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The once lively hall fell silent. The sound of impact echoed, sharp as thunder.
Feng Ling rose from her chair, her blue-and-white robe fluttering in the air that surged around her. Her expression was cold and untouchable — like a deity descending in wrath.
Chi Ruo, trembling, pushed herself up from the ground. Hatred burned in her eyes as she glared at Feng Ling, humiliated and furious. So the witch dared to raise her hand against her? If not for that single moment of carelessness… how could Feng Ling have attacked her? she thought.
The commotion drew the attention of everyone in the inn. Curious travelers turned to watch, whispering in awe and fear.
Just then, the heavy doors swung open. Mo Tian, Yin Zhi, and several demon lords stepped in, their expressions darkening at the scene before them.
