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“You’ve aged, Ming’er,” said a raspy voice from the shadows.

The first exchange lasted a breath. Wei’s claws—elongated, razor—ripped through Li’s sleeve, drawing blood. But Li Ming didn’t retreat. He’d learned that the Heavenly Sword doesn’t block darkness. It illuminates . flying fox heavenly sword

“Rest now, Master,” he said to the empty gorge. “You wanted the heavenly sword. But heaven is not a weapon. It’s letting go.” “You’ve aged, Ming’er,” said a raspy voice from

“Fool!” Wei hissed, fangs sinking toward Li’s throat. razor—ripped through Li’s sleeve