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... a short sword on his couch.
The sword was no more than two feet and eight inches long. It was flashing with green light.
Reaching for the hilt, Han Muye froze.
Purple flame.
This was the patriarch’s rusty sword, Purple Flame.
However, the Purple Flame Sword had completely changed. If it was an outsider, they would definitely not be able to recognize it.
The sword was ordinary, but when he held the hilt, Han Muye could feel the blazing fire in the ...
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