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    Xue Yang breathed in slowly. He resisted the urge to pat the head of the boy next to him, to wipe his tears and mutter that he quiet down.
    Just as he’d done the first night after his shifu had died.
    Xue Yang glanced to the boy beside him.
    Sizhui. Wen Sizhui. Wen Yuan. But their clan was not named for Wen. Neither was it named Xue.
    Wei Clan.
    Not Wen, not Xue.
    Wei.
    Xue Yang sighed softly. He had done that to honour his master, but it just ended up haunting him day after day.
    Honour? What a joke. The Xue Yang anyone used to know didn’t give a single shit about any honour or respect.
    But the Xue Yang anyone else knew was long gone. That version of him had faded and scattered into the wind along with the dead Yiling Laozu.


    A continuation of my previous fic, Fable (and truth)

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