[ Jin Ling might not have known who the man was when he turned to look at him as he spoke. He gave him a once over, a furrow of his brow and before he could get up and give the man a proper greeting he notices his sword.
His sword, he reaches to touch his own a look of confusion passing over his face as he stands up quickly. ]
Who are you! Why do you have that sword?
[ No one ever accuses this guy of being a genius. ]
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His sword, he reaches to touch his own a look of confusion passing over his face as he stands up quickly. ]
Who are you! Why do you have that sword?
[ No one ever accuses this guy of being a genius. ]