Inside the small courtyard of the Long estate, Long Gu, dressed in a tight-fitting white robe, held a sword and practiced his forms. Though his movements were slow, every stroke and posture radiated sharpness. Long Shan and the estate steward stood by, waiting on him with meticulous care; after all, at over eighty years of age, Long Gu might pull a muscle, and they needed to be ready to provide immediate assistance.
This resulted in quite a sight: the eighty-year-old practicing swordplay was not tired, while Long Shan and the steward were exhausted from merely watching.
A guard came sprinting through the main gate, looking rather flustered.
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