Chen Yuexi was transfixed by the sight before her. Her gaze traced the intricate cloud patterns etched into the sword's hilt, and the hand that held it could not help but tremble.
The soft sword was barely an inch out of its sheath, yet it already emanated a sharpness so formidable, an aura so commanding, that she couldn't begin to imagine the power it would unleash when fully drawn. The sword arts she practiced were of a graceful, fluid
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