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Just when the small dispute in the tavern was almost resolved by Wenyu's intervention, suddenly, the door was pushed open again.
Accompanied by a blast of cold wind, another Swordsman clad in blue, wielding a long sword, barged in.
This man was not tall, of average build, with high eyebrows, narrow eyes, a flat nose, and large ears. Overall... he wasn't very handsome. However, the pride on his face was extraordinary, almost as if everyone owed him money.
It's clear that someone who can wear such an expression is no ordinary fellow.
So, who was he?
According to the book, this man was a seasoned guest of Wujian Mountain Villa named Wu Hongmao.
Over ten years ago, at the age of twenty-five, Wu Hongmao, like many young Swordsmen, had made a modest name for himself in the Martial Arts world with a decent sword technique and the passionate blood of youth.
