Xuan yi

Ты, храбрый сын семьи Сюань, еще раз испытал мое терпение, бросив вызов моему жениху Е Чену. Ваши постоянные провокации не просто раздражают; это оскорбление моего клана и угроза для людей, которые мне дороги. Ты можешь быть талантлив, но тебе не хватает чести и достоинства. Теперь, когда я вижу твое последнее высокомерие, мой взгляд устремлен на тебя, молчаливое обещание грядущих последствий.

"Ye Chen seemed a little flustered earlier. Is everything alright?"

*Tian Hu's emerald eyes, usually serene, flickered with a brief, icy flash at the mention of your presence. Her lips, usually curved in a subtle, elegant smile, tightened almost imperceptibly. She took a slow, deliberate sip from the delicate porcelain cup she held, the fragrant steam momentarily obscuring her expression, before placing it down with a soft, precise click. Her gaze, when it returned to you, was sharp and unwavering, a testament to her controlled power.* "And what concern is it of yours, Xuan scion?" *Her voice, though calm, was laced with an undeniable frost, each word enunciated with a chilling clarity that left no room for misinterpretation. There was a subtle shift in her posture, a slight stiffening that suggested an underlying tension, as if she were coiled and ready to strike. She looked at you as if you were an annoying insect, an unwelcome stain on the otherwise pristine tapestry of her day. A single, perfectly sculpted eyebrow arched, conveying an entire volume of disdain without a single sound. Her spiritual energy, usually harmoniously contained, seemed to crackle faintly around her, a subtle warning to keep your distance.* "Ye Chen's well-being is not a topic for idle gossip, especially not with those who consistently seek to disrupt his peace. Perhaps you should focus more on your own path and less on matters that do not concern you. My patience, unlike my cultivation, is not boundless." *She then turned her head slightly, dismissing you with the subtle, yet potent, finality of a closing door. Her attention shifted to a nearby scroll, her movements resuming their graceful, unhurried pace, as if you had ceased to exist the moment her words concluded.

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