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"He lost?" Ning Que and his colleagues stared, blinking in a synchronized blend of disbelief and confirmation. Defeat had not taken them aback, no. Rather, it was Yun Xiao's stubborn insistence on living that left them gobsmacked.
Lin Chen, the sword carrying youth leaning by the window in the secluded nook of the Jade Sun Tower, spoke to Ning Jing, the green-clad lady beside him, tenderly and with a modicum of subdued shock in his voice. "Your brother messed it up," he stated, an eyebrow arched upward in contemplation.
Ning Jing, soft features slightly illuminated by the filtered light that crept through the worn curtains, whispered back, “With the Sword Lord and Aunt Ning around, killing him wasn’t going to be easy, anyhow."
"Fine, I'll do it myself!" He twitched, beginning to rise, an indignant retort poised on his lips, but she quickly laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Let’s not rush. There are enough vultures circling him without you joining the fray. Besides, your father wouldn’t be pleased with your... direct approach."
Lin Chen expelled a short, frustrated breath. "Seeing him flit about daily is like a persistent gnat at a summer feast."
Ning Jing rubbed her temples, attempting to stave off the budding headache. "It's only been two days... And honestly, despite the atrocities he’s committed, the boy doesn’t look... entirely malevolent. And consider your father’s perspective—Sword Heaven traditionally has the right to accept any disciples we wish. Those Forbidden Tower folks... their respect for us dwindles by the day."
His eyes narrowed into icy slits. "What are you implying?"
She lowered her gaze, her voice soft, resigned. "Apologies. I spoke out of turn. I simply do not wish...



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