Lei Qianjue coughed twice, supported himself with both hands on the nine-ringed broadsword, and stood up with difficulty. Then, holding the hilt of the sword in one hand, he clasped his hands in a salute and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Your Excellency!"
That's all.
He picked up the knife, turned around, and walked back.
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