The sound of footsteps grew increasingly distinct, as if treading on Lin Xinghe's heartbeat, beat by beat, striking against her taut nerves.
She gripped the long sword Hanshuang in her hand, the blade reflecting a dim light that mirrored the steadfast glint in her eyes.
Deep within the corridor, the echo mingled with a strange, rhythmic cadence, resembling the low breathing of a beast and portending the approach of danger.
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