Wind tore past his ears. As Yixian sprinted with all his might, his every motion flowed in harmony with the principles of the Fate-Defying Scripture.
Yixian’s hand went to the hilt of his sword.
“One strike,” he vowed. “That’s all it will take.”
A commotion had erupted in the village’s main field. Distant shouts urged him to stop, answered by the booming laughter of a red-haired man who claimed they had no right to interfere. They hadn't
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