Chic, suave, scheming, and verbally accused of being aggressive and domineering
Jiang Chuan felt that he was a little miserable. He had lived on Dieyun Peak for twenty years without a father or a mother, but was inexplicably driven down the mountain by his master. Before I had time to appreciate the great rivers and mountains, a piece of cold ice was spread out that didn't look very easy to mess with, and I fell into a big puzzle that didn't sound very sunny...
Jiangchuan couldn't help but look at the sky. Why was it so difficult to be an idle swordsman who came and went like the wind?
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