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Apart from Long Yan's mountainous back, there was the knife hanging on the front of the screen. If Long Yan wasn't here, Ye Qiu might walk over. Pull out the knife and take a closer look at its special features. Even though the knife was sheathed, Ye Qiu could still feel its immortal chill from a distance of ten meters....