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... his arms as he stepped toward the quiet upper courtyard where the Sect Leader usually resided.

He had planned to check in and maybe tease her a little—but the moment he arrived, something felt off.

The Sect Leader stood at the lake, gazing out over the mountain peaks.

Her usual calm and commanding presence seemed colder than usual.

Her arms were folded, her brows slightly furrowed—

And when Hei Long approached, she didn’t even glance at him.

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