Inside that tranquil courtyard, a thrilling showdown had just drawn to a close, yet it seemed to foreshadow that a new storm was about to break.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled gently over the bluestone slabs like a golden gauze curtain, adding an ominous golden-red hue to the already tense courtyard.
Yang Xi, holding a flute and standing tall as a pine, stood quietly in the center of the courtyard. An unspeakable, awe-inspiring righteousness surrounded him, making him look like the embodiment of justice and a daunting sight to behold.
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