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Path of blades

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Lesen Sie den Roman Path of blades des Autors armament_fvor, veröffentlicht auf WebNovel.Welcome to a world where qi and mana meet in a jumble of war and grace.Shen Jian a little boy with extraordinary looks found himself in a lower cultivation world as an orphan raised with other orphans...

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Welcome to a world where qi and mana meet in a jumble of war and grace. Shen Jian a little boy with extraordinary looks found himself in a lower cultivation world as an orphan raised with other orphans like himself. He awakened his martial spirit at age eight, three years after his mates. Cultivation was harder for him compared to the others so he was deemed as mediocre. He decided to cultivate his body, a task that was said to be even more difficult. At age 10 he wakes up to discover that the other children and their caretaker have vanished. ,(the cover photo is not mine)

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