Chapter 1732 Flying Swords

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Master Huang said nothing more.

Later, Master Huang pulled out an old compass from his pocket. He opened the compass, bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood into it.

The primitive compass immediately sparkled with brilliance, and then it became bright gold.

Master Huang sat...

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