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An hour later.
Ping'an collapsed to his knees, drenched in sweat, limbs shaking, every muscle twitching like a frantic heartbeat.
Li Yuan looked down, voice cold. “You still couldn’t force me out of the circle. I let you attack for so long. Now...” He paused, unsheathing his blade once more. “It’s my turn.”
He gazed at his son, wrapped his fingers around the hilt, and said softly, “Listen.”
Li Yuan flipped his hand; the blade’s tip still touched the floor, ...
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