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"Brother, I wish to request an audience with your family's young lady, sword heart. Please help me pass on the message!" In front of the Swordsman, Chen Fan cupped his fists and bowed to a cultivator guarding the door.

This person was in his early twenties. He had delicate features and wore a set of white robes. He carried a huge sword case on his back.

Everything was too familiar