In the direction Chen Xiao was looking, a young woman appeared.
She was short in stature, dressed in a short black skirt and a somewhat tight white shirt, with shoulder-length short hair. In her right hand, she gripped a massive black heavy sword, resting it on her shoulder. The heavy sword was extraordinarily huge—even broader and larger than her own delicate body—and looked remarkably thick and heavy.
Chen Xiao’s eyes lit up.
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