Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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Victor folded the two letters in careful corners—a rare act of courtesy, given how little he otherwise revered formalities—and settled them on the lacquered table beside his meditation cushion. One bore the elegant seal of Xuan Wenzhou, City Lord of Blueflame City, inviting him to a grand banquet in his honor. The other, scrawled in familiar Violet Spring Sect script, reminded him that as a "core disciple" he had neglected every single sect duty since the day he arrived. No patrols, no teachings, no service calls—nothing.
