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Qin Yu was not angry. She could understand why the sect Wuque would warrant the guarded hostility of Tianhu Sect and other forces. She also understood that looking ahead, no force would want to see the next generation from Wuque rise too quickly in the Tianzang selection, forming a solid and stable team.
Strangling it in advance was the clearest choice.
In their position, Qin Yu might have done the same.
Understanding did not mean she would not fight back from her current position of being "bullied."
"Fat Jiaojiao, grab your notebook and write down the names of these bandits."
"Got it! Yuyu, tell me the names, and I'll jot them down!"
Qin Yu lowered her gaze, her fingertips landing on the guqin strings. She plucked the first one.
The sound emerged.
One note, resounding and soul-stirring.
It was the sound of mountains and seas.
It charged unrestrained into the Hundred Miles Airspace between the snowy mountains and seas.
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