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This... this is the Sword God...
He had been gathering information at the Diancang Sect for so many years, never missing any rumors about the Sword God out of his master's determination.
Even though he had never left Dali, he might know more about the affairs of Xiaoxiang than some locals of Hengzhou Prefecture.
But no matter what, he could never have imagined that the day he met the Sword God would be in such a scene.
If they had met by chance on the road, he would have never believed it.
That such a young man could be the supreme figure of the Jianghu for more than twenty years.
And his master, he was to cross swords with such a legendary, unparalleled figure.
When Zou Songqing came to his senses, the green figure had already approached a zhang away from his own master.
The Diancang Elder stared at the person before him, stroking his beard with a sigh, but found himself at a loss for words for a moment.
Even a master like Miao Di could have moments of distraction.
