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That year, the flying ships of the Arcane Supreme Sect and Five Spirits Institute brought back a wave of visitors from the mortal realm. For over a thousand years, only Ping'an's family had ever made such a journey. But times were changing, and with the changing era came new arrivals.
That year, Ping'an, now a third rank cultivator, finally found Master Wang and relayed the order of the hall master. He requested a third rank weapon, specifically, a formation banner.
Master Wang didn’t outright refuse him, but he said it would have to wait. The reasons were many. Materials were scarce, his hand was injured, his condition was off, and there was still unfinished work ahead of him... Every excuse imaginable, every delaying tactic one might hear in a crowded market stall, he used without shame.
As a weaponsmith, Master Wang already held a position of prestige. Initially, he just wanted to put the kid in his place, to teach him the proper deference between guest and host. But when he learned that the flying ships were returning with a significant number of new arrivals, his intentions grew sharper.
Ping'an would have to bow his head. He’d have to bend, to flatter, to offer without question. And if he couldn’t even give up a woman that a mere local clan heir had set his eyes on, then what kind of submission was that?
Cui Huayin was stunning, a beauty of rare caliber even in the Immortal Domain. What began as a petty affair involving a local dandy had now become something else entirely, a barometer for whether these outsiders would kneel or not.
But Ping'an said nothing. He endured in silence. He was waiting for an abode, for a proper title, and for a recognized identity.
That same year, the Princess grew ever more unruly, ever...
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