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Chapter 71 There's a Young Lady Who Came Here on a Fish
Nangong Jie didn't sense the sword at the back of his head at all.
To a Starburst Realm cultivator like him, it was either that the newcomer was an expert manipulator of True Energy who didn't leak any of his energy or that the sword behind him was a high-level weapon. Level 1 was a Taoist object while Level 2 would make it a spiritual object. This sword was at the level of Spirit Sword at the minimum.
The gurgling sound of running water rang next to Nangong Jie's ears. He lifted his hands. Sweat was forming on his forehead and he dared not to make any movement.
He could feel the skin on the back of his neck tremble from the ice-cold sensation coming from the tip of the sword. Without turning his head, he asked cautiously, "Who are you?"
"I'm nobody," Ye Que replied indifferently.
"You wield a Spirit Sword and even ambush someone from behind?" Nangong Jie continued, innuendo lacing his words.
"That's
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