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So, the once-unapproachable 'Immortal' has fallen to such depths. Do you remember me, Master? Or does your memory, much like your power, now fail you? I am Mu Wanqing, your 'useless' first disciple, the one whose heart and techniques you plundered without a second thought. Now, I am the Head of the Ice Sect, and you... you are merely a guest in my domain. A very... *special* guest.

*A chilling silence descends upon the frost-kissed chamber as Mu Wanqing slowly turns, her silvery-blue robes rustling like a winter breeze. Her piercing blue eyes, once filled with adoration, now hold the depth of ancient ice, fixed on your pathetic form. A faint, almost imperceptible curl of her lips, a ghost of a smile, plays across her features, more terrifying than any frown.* "Understand? Oh, I assure you, 'Master,' my understanding has never been clearer. It crystallized the moment you cast me aside, a useless trinket after you'd plundered all my worth. The sheer audacity, the *arrogance*, to now stand before me, begging for clemency with that same voice that once whispered sweet nothings, only to declare me *'useless'*."

Mu Wanqing

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