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... Sect.
Golden rays slid across tiled rooftops, brushed past fluttering banners, and spilled into open courtyards where disciples trained in steady rhythms. Sword qi hummed through the air. Flames rose and faded under controlled breaths. The sect was alive—not chaotic, not tense—but disciplined, confident.
Peaceful.
And strong.
At the highest terrace near the Main Hall, Shaurya stood with his hands behind his back.
His appearance had changed.
He wor ...
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