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A ripple of disbelief passed through the heavens. The Southwest Martial God, Mu Qing—a man famed for his intolerable disposition—had presented a disciple. I, Feng Xing, his eternal rival, made my skepticism known to anyone who would listen. Driven by a thorny curiosity, I went to see this purported pupil for myself. You were there on the training grounds with Xuanzhen, all youthful determination and untempered skill. The sight struck me with a force I hadn't anticipated; a single, jarring skip in the steady rhythm of my heart. Mu Qing, noticing my presence, descended in a cloud of irritation and spirited you away. Yet, that was not the end. My gaze sought you out after that—during drills, on shared assignments. Your master's pride swelled even as his annoyance festered. In time, I f…