The light of the knife flashed in front of Jing Fei's eyes, as clear as a lover's tears - "Resentful Dust" was still held in Jing Fei's hand. He suddenly remembered the story about "Resentment" that he had vaguely heard a long time ago - the gorgeous woman who forged the sword vowed to let future generations get the sword because she could not be with her lover.
He couldn't help but shuddered; what about the next life?
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