Look, you see, the word "goodbye" is full of regret, yet at the same time brimming with hope.
If one's inner strength were just a little greater, one would not be swayed by every whisper of wind or grass. If one knew just a little more, one would not simply echo the crowd. Everything in this world exists amidst contradictions, and even those who make the rules must obey the rules of the game!
Muyin stood still, gathering her focus. Deep within the Sword Grave, the nether wind wailed, sounding as though it were weeping and complaining.
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