On a bitterly cold night, Lěng Yè strolled through the brilliantly illuminated streets.
His pace was calm and resolute, but the bizarre figures lurking about aroused his vigilance. Some stood at street corners with wandering gazes; though plainly dressed, they could not conceal their distinctive aura, clearly marking them as no ordinary passersby. Lěng Yè understood at once that these people were mostly spies sent by the Lěng family to monitor the area. Fortunately, he had prepared in advance, wearing a black gauze veil that allowed him to conceal his presence from the watchers.
Before long, he reached his destination: the Myriad Swords Pavilion, a renowned sanctuary of the Martial Way. The towering pavilion stood seven or eight stories high, surrounded by high white walls that gave it a solemn and mysterious appearance.
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