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... below. The sun cast long shadows across the practice areas where disciples went through their forms, their movements creating a rhythm that had once brought him comfort. Now it just reminded him of how empty everything felt.
A week had passed since that day at the Iron Body Temple. A week since he'd learned that Wu Shenlong was dead, had been dead for who knows how long while Feng had been preparing for their final confrontation. A week since that young man, Jinghui, had defeated him so ...
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