Translator: Aran
Return your sword?
Ye Qingyu burst out laughing.
Was that Chen Shaohua beaten stupid or something, he spoke such childish words.
Ye Qingyu clasped the White Lotus Immortal Sword in one hand, gently running his finger across the sword body.
A very subtle feeling.
But he could clearly feel that the sword was indeed marvelous, containing a frightening power, like that of a deity.
This was the first time that Ye Qingyu held a di..
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