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The first light of dawn penetrates the curtains, gently sprinkling high-ranking officials's face, casting his skin in a golden hue. He silently opens his eyes, and in their deep pupils, a subtle hint of confusion is revealed.
He slowly sits up, and the furniture in the room reflects an ancient light, creating a tranquil and historically rich atmosphere. His gaze slowly turns to the courtyard, stirring ripples in his heart, as thoughts flow like a meandering stream in his mind.
The tranquility of the courtyard was gradually broken by the first light of dawn, with the body of the swordsman lying within, like a gem under the starlight. His face remained peaceful, as if he had found true tranquility in this peaceful slumber.
The presence of the body caused a stir throughout the entire mansion, with family members and servants hurrying to the scene, each with a different expression. High-ranking officials stood to the side, silently gazing, their eyes filled with complex emotions, perhaps reflecting on the past, paying respects to the swordsman, or mourning the silent departure.
In the crowd at home, apart from the fear of family members and servants, only the high-ranking official could remain calm. His face was composed, his eyes deep, as if quietly observing and contemplating the various meanings behind it all. He knew that it all stemmed from his choices, his past. Power and wealth were built on an extremely dark foundation. He controlled the entire maritime trade in the East, with immense hidden influence, ruling with an iron fist. His methods were ruthless, and no one dared to challenge him. Therefore, he had to retaliate in kind.
The body of the swordsman was respectfully buried, with a simple yet solemn funeral. The high-ranking official stood in front of the grave, his wife by his side. Their eyes met, exchanging unspoken insights into the swordsman's loyalty.
"In this world, there are too few people with loyalty," the high-ranking officials said in a low voice, with a hint of sigh.
"As you said, loyalty is as precious as gold," the wife's voice was gentle, with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
The daughter of the high-ranking officials also stood by, young in age but with eyes full of sadness and memories. She remembered how the swordsman used to play with her and teach her how to wield a sword. A sense of reluctance welled up in her heart as those warm moments slowly surfaced in her mind.
"Father, his life was like a wonderful martial arts novel, and I will always remember it," the daughter's voice was clear, filled with gratitude and respect.
high-ranking officials turned to his daughter and smiled faintly, his gaze deep. "Yes, he dedicated his whole life to his beliefs, leaving us countless memories," he said in a steady voice, as if recounting a profound life story.
After the funeral, the courtyard returned to its tranquility. The early morning sunlight bathed the metropolis, sprinkled over the high-ranking officials' mansion, and also illuminated the resting place of the deceased.
The gentle breeze blows, lightly rustling the leaves, as if nature is responding to this silent mourning. high-ranking officials stands in front of the grave, his mood calm, his thoughts drifting, as if having a subtle communication with the soul of a swordsman.
high-ranking officials's gaze slowly shifts to the distance. He knows that behind this event, there must be deeper conspiracies. He will uncover the mastermind behind the scenes and understands that this battle is not just a personal grudge, but also a conspiracy involving ancient powerful kingdoms.
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On the bustling street, people come and go, and the market is bustling. The towering city walls surround the city, and the huge plaque on the city gate reflects the morning sun, with the words still clearly visible.
Even after the life-and-death struggle between the swordsman and the ninja, the city did not stagnate. The city gates remained open, people continued to be busy, and life carried on as usual. Vendors called out their wares in the streets, women and children bustled through the alleys, and everything seemed unaffected.
The taverns and teahouses remained bustling, filled with singing and laughter. The palaces and temples remained solemn and dignified, with the statues of the gods still exuding a sense of solemnity. The government offices continued to function, upholding the law like iron, maintaining the order of the city.
Metropolis, like a giant machine, continues to operate, and people's lives remain busy and ordinary. The story of that night is just a page in the history of the city.
Meanwhile, in a distant land, the ancient building in the land of the rising sun still bathes in the moonlight, like a sleeping monster, waiting for the next awakening. All that remains is the eternal silence and the cold moonlight...
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