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... a brief moment of hesitation, Yuyan couldn't help but chuckle.

As she laughed coldly, the arms holding the jade sword against her chest also lifted slightly, squeezing the sword out of its sheath. Although it wasn't the sword that attracted Yino's gaze, he was ultimately intimidated by the silvery-white sharp edge of the Sword as it was unsheathed.

Such a white sword...

Yino averted his gaze, not daring to look too much, expressing sincere admiration in his heart.

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