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... Zhang Ze waved in greeting.
"Good morning, have you eaten?"
His replica didn’t respond and thrust the sword forward.
Zhang Ze sighed, parried the sword, and stepped back a few paces, thinking to himself that this trial lacked creativity.
The sword spirit in this cave didn’t have a sense of humor.
Too old-fashioned, the so-called self-reflection through swordsmanship meant defeating oneself.
But there were just too many ways to skip class.
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