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... lf was holding its breath.
On the sect's main courtyard, daily life carried on. Young disciples fought on designated arenas, their Qi flaring with every clash of fists and dull blades. The air was thick with the scent of metal and sweat, soaked in years of discipline.
Then... a sound. Not loud. Not shrill. Just a word. Spoken like a whisper, yet heard by all.
"Sect Master. You have five seconds."
Disciples froze. Elders paled. The masters glanced at each other. An ...
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