At the edge of the harbor, tenderly caressed by the moonlight, the night was as dark as thick ink. The stars were hidden from view, and the entire world seemed immersed in an unsettling tranquility.
Yang Xi, disguised as a sentry and wearing the private's uniform of the Olive Branch, stood upon the guard post. The object he gripped tightly in his hand was not a cold firearm, but that mysterious, thick, and long flute.
The material of the flute resembled ancient wood yet transcended the mortal realm. Having weathered countless frosts and winds, it remained as resilient as ever, having long since become his indispensable companion and weapon.
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