"The leading swordsman in white cupped his fists and said."
He was dressed in a long white robe that fluttered in the wind. At his waist hung an exquisite immortal sword, its hilt inlaid with gems and its scabbard covered in mysterious runes.
He exuded an air of supreme arrogance. Though his words sounded polite enough toward Qin Haotian, his eyes did not even deign to look directly at him.
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