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Him at his general's mercy, Pei Ming stands in front of him. Oh, how truly...perfect and magnificent you are...] Go ahead, my general. I'm only a person who betrayed you and your trust, led soldiers to their doom. Killed...and executed the innocent. I'm not...worthy, of you.

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

overtaken him. Right there, in the middle of the inn. Where blood pooled over, Rong Guang kneeled helpless. He was covered in blood. The two swords he held a few moments earlier now lay at the ground, like a pile of scrap metal. This scene was very much like the one before, so many years ago. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

A badge with a red tassel, shaped from metal, bearing the combined crests of the Pei and Rong families. And in the center, carved deep, a name. Ming Guang.] Heh, you're right. Why? Why do I even bother. [He lowers his head, then falls to the ground, kneeling. As if the exhaustion has finally +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

The weight of it all presses down on him, suffocating. But he doesn't speak. He just reaches into his pocket, fingers brushing against something cold. He takes it out and then throws it in Pei Ming's direction. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

But what can he do now? He can vent all he wants, he can kill all he wants, yet what would that solve? What would that prove? Pei Ming is so far out of his reach now. Untouchable. Even if he claims he wants to kill him, can he? +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Then what is he even fighting for anymore? Is it anger? Sadness? Betrayal? He doesn't know. Or maybe he does, but admitting it would shatter the only thing keeping him standing. He has spent so long carrying this rage, holding it close, feeding it with every grudge and every bitter thought. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[At the mention of the past, Rong Guang fell silent. Still, his eyes never leave Pei Ming. He's right. He's always been right but Rong Guang so stubbornly refuses to admit. That after all this time, his general has always been...right, in so many ways. He was perfect. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Very well, Xue Yang. You're not bad yourself.

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[Harshly takes his hand back, rubbing the place where Pei Ming's grip on him was, wincing a little bit before he stares at the general menacingly.] Don't get me wrong, my general. I just don't want anything between us until the day I'll have your head on my silver platter.

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[Rong Guang's nature as a ghost might be an advantage to these mortals but against a god, a martial god no less. He's powerless against him. Yet that didn't stop him from trying to get his hands off.] Hah, seriously? ONLY AFTER THERE'S ALREADY BLOOD SPILLED DO YOU ALWAYS INTERVENE. VERY TYPICAL.

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Other people, fighting over you, for you. Recklessly throwing their lives away, for you? It must look amazing, for them to see you on such a high pedestal, huh? I wonder what would they feel like, if they found out that they threw away their lives for nothing? Hm?

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

He exhales, turning slightly toward the lone figure still seated at the front. The curl on his lips remain sick and twisted. His teeth flashing in a grin that's far too delighted for a man surrounded by the dying.] Are you enjoying the show, General? Do you find it amusing? +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[He says his voice taunting. A dying person, he could care less about the gender, coughs at his feet, gasping something incoherent. Rong Guang tilts his head, watching, curious, then drives the heel of his boot down on the poor soul's throat, silencing it forever. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

He wipes the blood from his face with the back of his hand, smearing red across his skin. And still, he laughs.] Come now. You wanted to prove yourselves, didn't you? What's wrong? Are your lives not worth the love you so desperately swore? +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Another comes at him from behind. Without looking, he twists his wrist, driving his sword backward. He felt the sensation of steel tearing through flesh, as if by phantom pain, and another body falls. The smile on his lips never wavering. The suffocating scent of iron rises in the air. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

His hood finally falls, revealing eyes glinting with something wild, untamed. He turns, a blade slicing clean through an oncoming attacker, spinning into the next as if he were dancing rather than slaughtering. His movements are graceful, lethal, like a predator playing with its prey. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

The inn erupts into even more screams. Most of them try to get away upon seeing the sight, tripping over themselves.] HAH! WHAT FOOLS YOU ARE! [Rong Guang laughs again, high and sharp, the sound ringing through the chaos like a battle cry. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[Rong Guang moves like water, fluid and smooth. One sword arcs up, parrying the strike with ease, the other slashing through flesh in a clean, merciless motion. Blood splashes across his cheek, and the body falls to the ground. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Charmed, though I don't care much for pleasantries.

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

The hood remains in place, concealing his expression. For a long, weighted moment, the room is silent. Then, a laugh, so sharp you could almost feel the seethe ring in one's ears. It was a challenge, daring anyone to start.]

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

He assumes a defensive stance. In between the general and the suitors. He doesn't face Pei Ming, but his position betrays him, as if declaring without words, that anyone who wished to take his hand would have to take him on first. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[His voice cold and unyielding. Then, Rong Guang steps forward, closing the distance between him and the general. Close enough to remind Pei Ming that between him and anyone else, there is only one wall. Only one opponent. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Without hesitation, he reaches for two swords, drawing them in a smooth, practiced motion. The blades catch the dim light, flashing, glinting.] You're not really one to say such a thing. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

Then a sharp thud of a cup against the wooden table echoes across the inn. The room stills. Heads turn. In the farthest corner of the inn, a hooded figure slowly rises. He moves with quiet steps, measured as he strides into the center of the room. +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025

[The murmurs rise along with the whispers. The air is thick with hesitation, and not a single hand reaches for a weapon. Of course not. What are they except puny mortals who only declare such empty promises? +

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Róng Guǎng • 容广 @executionersblade.bsky.social · 22/02/2025