Chapter 15 Burning Gates

I stood fifty paces from Seo Kang-Hyun. Between us, the grass swayed in a wind that shouldn't have been there—a localized gale whipped up by the sheer pressure of his Orthodox Qi. He looked like a god of retribution in his white Mount Hua robes, his longsword leveled at my chest. The blue light shim...

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