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... plosions of enlightenment.
Not metaphorical ones—actual, physical detonations of "enlightenment" bursting from the meditation halls of the Academy of Elegant Malevolence.
Students were screaming, scrolls were burning, and someone’s spirit beast had achieved Nirvana mid-breakfast and refused to come back down.
Headmaster Yan Luo stood atop the black pagoda, watching pillars of multicolored qi spiral into the sky.
He inhaled once, exhaled slowly, and muttered,
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