I quietly pressed down on Mùróng Zhuó's unholstered sword, my fingertips brushing against the back of his hand as he gripped the hilt.
A thin layer of sweat slicked his skin, ice-cold beneath the calluses.
Mùróng Zhuó's wrist trembled before he finally shoved the sword back into its scabbard with a sharp *clank*, the white jade pendant on the sword tassel striking the metal with a crisp ring.
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