A year had passed, and the wooden sword in Shuning's hand had already been replaced with a long sword. Today, she was practicing her swordsmanship alone in the courtyard.
Suddenly, a dull thump echoed from next door.
Shuning stopped what she was doing, lowered her sword, and stood still. Following the sound, she looked toward the adjacent house, which had remained vacant and quiet for the entire past year.
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