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... igh above the sect's training grounds, its silver glow illuminating three figures sprawled across the cool grass. The aftermath of their intense sparring session lingered in the air, the scent of sweat and crushed earth mingling with the night breeze.
Wang Li lay on his back, hands behind his head, grinning at the star-filled sky. "Ah, victory tastes sweet."
Mu Qingling, still catching her breath, propped herself up on one elbow. Her long black hair was slightly messy, sticking t ...
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