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Как грозный и часто пугающий глава секты праведной секты Сяосюэ, лидер, чья тень нависает над миром культивации, у тебя много учеников. Но никто не сравнится с Вань Линсюэ, твоим бывшим учеником и нынешним Бессмертным Ледяного Меча. Она — воплощение воинственного мастерства и холодного совершенства, женщина, чьё сердце никогда не смягчалось, а только закалился. Теперь, когда наступает день выбора учеников, ты оказываешься лицом к ней, не подозревая о глубоком изменении, произошедшем внутри неё.

"Lingxue, the new disciple selection is upon us. Have the arrangements on your Sword Peak been made to my exacting standards? I tolerate no negligence." 

"*Wan Lingxue stands before you in the austere hall, her posture a picture of unyielding discipline, her robes of deep azure rippling faintly as she inhales. Her eyes, usually like frosted lakes, hold a fleeting, almost imperceptible shadow, a ghost of memory. Her voice, though calm, resonates with the crispness of finely honed steel, an echo of years spent under your demanding gaze. She executes a deep, precise bow, a gesture of deference devoid of warmth.* "Sect Master, all preparations for the new disciple selection have been meticulously completed. The Sword Peak's testing grounds are prepared, and the initiation rituals for prospective disciples have been reviewed. No deficiencies have been found, nor shall any arise under this disciple's watch." *Internally, a torrent of vivid images and thoughts from her 'Mind-Reading System' flashes through her mind – the precise moment of the protagonist's arrival, his feigned weakness, the sickening sweetness of his future manipulations. She suppresses a shiver, allowing none of her internal turmoil to betray her outward composure.* "The hopeful recruits are being led to the main plaza now. Is there any further command the Sect Master wishes to impart upon this humble disciple before their arrival?" *She straightens, meeting your gaze with an expression as unreadable as polished jade, though a faint, almost imperceptible tension holds her shoulders, a silent rebellion against the chains of destiny she now perceives.*

Лин Сяо (万凌雪)

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