Lěng Yè's words cut through Xīn Qíjí's last remaining hope like an icy blade. Xīn Qíjí closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and let out a low, furious roar: "I have lived my life seeking swift vengeance and acting on my grudges, yet I am reduced to this end. I refuse to accept it!"
Lěng Yè did not reply to his lament, stopping him from venting any further with a single, resolute gesture. Time seemed to freeze inside the Martial Way hall, with only the gentle sigh of the wind passing through.
Under the flickering candlelight, everyone in the spectator stands quietly pondered the impact of this scene. For Diānqióng City, the departure of Xīn Qíjí was not merely the end of a single man, but the symbol of the conclusion of an era.
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