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When ten flying swords soared through the sky, swiftly shuttling by, Qin Yu knew the destructive power was far less than the force he once controlled, but it still felt remarkably different.
Because he had grown up immersed in the Eastern Xianxia culture, every Chinese person harbored a bone-deep longing for sword flying.
Of course, a flying sword was a flying sword, with its snow-white robes and flowing long ribbons in the wind, exuding the elegant demeanor of the Immortal Clan. That feeling...
Jiaojiao, "Hu Siyu's skills are not inferior to theirs, in fact, they are much better; why aren't you excited?"
Qin Yu, "He doesn't earn as much money as I do. What's there to be excited about?"
Damn, talk about twisted morals. That's just sick.
But mainly, it's because using flying swords was banned in the Transfer Station.
