Chapter 247
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Looking at Su Hang before him, Dugu Qiubai was also interested.
Dugu Qiubai was now in his seventies, and he had dedicated his entire life to the sword early on.
To him, the sword was his parents, his wife and children, his hands and feet, his heart and liver.
The sword had long since become everything in his life.
It was just that Dugu Qiubai no longer carried a sword, but kept this character in his heart.
What he didn't expect was that the fortune-teller before him, with just a casual remark, seemed to hit the nail on the head, striking the softest part of Dugu Qiubai's heart.
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