"I…"
"That's enough."
Gu Zheng cut him off. "No need to say another word. At dawn, we will level Qiuming Valley. Bring Yu Chengjun. Let him watch with his own eyes as the Baihua Building is annihilated!"
"Yes, sir!"
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...
Qiuming Valley.
The sky was just beginning to lighten. A gentle morning mountain breeze drifted through the forest, wafting slowly across the peaceful valley.
At the valley entrance lay a stretch of muddy flats. Wisps of grayish-white miasma seeped out from the muck, diffusing into the air and drifting lazily with the wind.
Closer to the entrance was a small grove of trees, not large, but just dense enough to block the view into the valley.
Within the grove stood a few wooden cabins, inhabited year-round.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
The sharp sound of something slicing through the air, mingled with the chirping of insects and birds, suddenly shattered the morning tranquility of the grove.
