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... nd quiet strength, still smelled of ozone and ancient dust, but the atmosphere within had shifted from the despair of near-annihilation to a state of profound, breathless awe.
Old Jian, the Sword Saint who had nearly seen his soul dissipate into the void, was no longer a flickering blue orb or a broken old man.
Instead, he was standing in the center of the hall, clenching and unclenching his fists with a look of manic intensity.
He began jumping up and down, his movements ...
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