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... er whose grace spoke of mastery rather than ambition. Her blade rode high across her shoulders, catching the morning light. Without a word or backward glance, she set off through the compound.
Lin Tian matched her stride.
After thirty paces, the mundane gave way to the mystical. Where the outer quarters bore utilitarian formations carved at intervals like road markers, here silver threads of power wove through white stone walls in intricate patterns. The spiritual pressure thicke ...
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