Translator: Aran

  The city gate of Matchless Blade City.

  Sunset.

  Silhouetted against the light, a young man in white slowly stretched out his palm.

  His fair jade-like fingers clasped around the handle of the broken blade, and gently made a pulling motion.

  Without the slightest sound or fluctuation of power, the broken blade, as though it was picked up from the water, was pulled straight out of the city gate and firmly held in the hand of the man in white.
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