"Disciple Qingran humbly prays to the heavens for mercy, to shield and protect, to drive away all calamities, and to bless my master with peace and safety."

The next morning, Li Qingran followed her usual routine of burning incense and bathing, then bowed three times to the sky, praying for her master's well-being.

Afterward, she rode the Celestial Crane gifted by Senior Sister Zhao Le to the Sword Pavilion's sect square.

She had always been punctual, never late if she could help it, and thought she was early. But upon arriving at the sect square, she was stunned to find it already packed with people. On rooftops, pine trees, and the tips of bamboo in the bamboo grove, disciples of the Sword Pavilion were everywhere, standing, sitting, lying down, or meditating. The better the view, the more crowded it was.

Clang—!

Suddenly, the sound of a sword rang out, and a beam of sword light shot into the sky from the front of the crowd.

Then came the sounds of a fight.

"Get out of the way, this spot is mine!"

"You say it's yours, and it's yours? I say it's mine!"

"I left my flying sword here to hold the spot!"@@novelbin@@

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