Holding the sword firmly, Rachel bit her lip. The touch of the sword probably made her enslavement an even more unacceptable fact. She whispered, “It’s hard to move around in this coarse linen dress. Master, please wait for a moment.”
With two quick movements of her sword, she cut off a significant length of her dress for easier movement. After that, she tightened her grip on the sword and dashed toward me. As I jumped around, flames appeared on my blade—I was using both Thunder Formation and Flameblade Sword Technique at the same time.
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