Years ago, when the name "Chuanliu Courtyard" first entered the consciousness of the martial world, many sought the location of this hidden manor for various reasons.
After all, even the most insignificant sect required a place to call home. An existence as ethereal as a mirage was bound to breed unease.
However, as the years passed, these searches yielded almost no results.
Some said that Master Yan was a man of peerless martial arts, capable of reaching the deepest abysses and the highest clouds, and had surely found a remote paradise beyond the reach of ordinary men. Others claimed that "the great hermit hides in the city," suggesting that Chuanliu Courtyard was tucked away in some dilapidated alley or bustling market, using the constant flow of peddlers and laborers as a veil. There were even those bold enough to speculate that the Master of Chuanliu Courtyard and the entire organization were merely a secret branch of the imperial court—a hidden chess piece of the bureaucracy. How could commoners ever hope to find such a thing?
And since the name "Juchao" had vanished into the long river of history, the world spoke of it less and less.
At first, it was out of taboo. People naturally avoided speaking of years of calamity or lands of disaster. Furthermore, the authorities disliked any discussion of the matter, and so, over time, it was naturally forgotten. Later, few dared to set foot in the mountain forests where Juchao once stood. It was said to be a place of deathly silence, a land as barren as a desert, and thus, few gave it any thought.
One was a hidden manor that could not be found; the other was a lost ancient kingdom deep in the mountains. No one would have ever linked these two unrelated names. Yet, in truth, they sat side-by-side, closer than a capital city to its suburban waystations.
Beyond Baiyu Pass, following the narrowest branch of the Feng River into the southwestern depths of Yuzhou, one would eventually behold a sea of bamboo that seemed to stretch into infinity.
A land of ill omen was never a place where outsiders cared to linger. Over time, aside from those whose families had lived among these deep mountains and ancient rivers for generations, few fresh faces were seen throughout the year. If an outsider did appear, the news would spread instantly, traveling along mountain streams and forest breezes to reach the heart of that mysterious bamboo sea.
What lay in the heart of the bamboo sea?
There were no martial arts halls or fortified towers, only a schoolhouse built of bamboo.
The children in the school were both boys and girls. The oldest were no more than eight or nine, while the youngest were a mere four or five. They wore various styles of clothing, but all appeared clean and tidy. Their manners and movements were refined, possessing a grace that not only rivaled the young scions of wealthy private schools in the capital but even hinted at the elegance of the disciples from the esteemed Qingzhong Mountain Academy.
Why build such a school in such a desolate and harsh place?
Those outside the courtyard could rack their brains and never understand, but those inside knew the answer.
In truth, it was simple. The master of this courtyard was a patient with two sides—one white and one black. He was both generous and selfish, both compassionate toward the world and utterly cold-hearted. Long, long ago, he had studied in a place just like this, filled with emerald bamboo. He missed those days immensely and wished only for the final days of his life to remain frozen in that memory. He "imprisoned" himself in a bamboo tower deep within the bamboo sea. The place was as shifting as a maze, wreathed in mist by day and flickering with lamplight by night, appearing much like a haunted tower.
The boundless bamboo sea acted as a green labyrinth, dividing the world in two. Those inside the tower could not leave, and those outside the sea could not enter.
Only news and the wind were frequent visitors.
The bamboo tower's courtyard was exceptionally quiet today. It was the day of the monthly break, a time for the children to rest and play, leaving only the silent "guests" to keep watch in the depths of the courtyard.
Deep within the bamboo tower, inside a pharmacy filled with drifting steam, two massive cauldrons were boiling. One contained a sweet, dampness-dispelling soup for the children; the other held a bitter, sour chronic poison.
A woman with a cloth wrap around her head and a flower tucked into her hair stood before the two cauldrons. Holding a copper ladle in each hand, she stirred them constantly. Finally, she briskly uncovered the cauldrons and, using both hands in tandem, ladled the liquids into soup tureens and medicine bowls.
The tureens were made of plain white porcelain, looking quite simple. The medicine bowls, however, were all made of emerald-green glass. The amount and concentration of the medicine in each bowl were precise to the last drop. At a glance, there were about twenty or thirty bowls, filling the entire table.
Shortly, these bowls would be delivered to various corners of the bamboo tower's rear courtyard. The deliverers would personally supervise the disobedient "guests" as they consumed the medicine before returning the empty bowls.
"Auntie Xiong, three more have returned to the courtyard today. Is the medicine ready?"
Auntie Xiong turned her head, her work just finished.
"Everything is ready. Why has Mr. Tang come in person today? Does the Master have further instructions?"
Tang Yue's gaze swept over the steaming glass bowls. Instead of answering, he asked, "Has the Master been taking his medicine better these past few days?"
Auntie Xiong shook her head, her face clouded with unavoidable worry, though she spoke cautiously.
"Some of yesterday's medicine was left over again. Perhaps people grow weary more easily now that autumn has arrived. I have urged him several times and cannot bring myself to speak of it again. Please, Mr. Tang, do take more care in looking after him."
Tang Yue nodded, his expression neutral. He inspected the Master's leftover medicine while asking as if in passing, "How is the newcomer faring?"
At the mention of the new youth, the woman who had been so cautious suddenly became quite talkative.
"Oh, that child is incredibly well-behaved. He does whatever he is told. I heard from the front hall that he remembers things after being told once, tasks that take others half a month to learn. Even the most bitter and exhausting work assigned to him is accepted without complaint. Most impressively, he is not only efficient on missions but also helps out in the pharmacy when he has free time. He is far better than those others who only know how to act tough and fight. Oh, and he takes his medicine very readily, never asking questions..."
Who wouldn't like someone who spoke little, worked efficiently, and had a handsome face? Unfortunately... "well-behaved" was hardly the right word. He was likely the most difficult person to deal with in this entire courtyard.
Tang Yue nodded and picked up a glass bowl of medicine from the table, placing it on a wooden tray.
"I will go see him. You handle the rest, Auntie Xiong."
The woman blinked, clearly somewhat reluctant, but she nodded and continued her work.
Tang Yue scanned the pharmacy once more before turning to leave, carrying the bowl of medicine toward the depths of the bamboo tower.
The bamboo sea contained more than one tower. The buildings were connected sometimes by winding paths, sometimes by covered walkways and galleries. Without a guide, even someone who had lived there for a month would still be unable to grasp its full layout.
The youth's courtyard was a location personally chosen by the Master. It was furthest from the front hall where intelligence was gathered, separated by a spring. On windy or rainy days, the rustling of bamboo leaves and the sound of the spring were constant, drowning out all human voices. Even a top-tier martial artist would find it difficult to distinguish speech from within.
But Tang Yue was still uneasy; he had to confirm things personally to be at peace.
In the remote, cold little courtyard, a solitary shadow sat beneath a tree. The dense shadows of the surrounding trees blocked the light, shrouding him entirely in darkness, like a ghost that could not bear the sun.
He was still wearing the clothes from the previous night's bloody battle. Stains of blood marked his collar and cuffs—it was unclear if the blood was his own or someone else's. The weather had turned autumnal, yet he was dressed thinly. Since returning to the courtyard after his mission, he had been sitting on a broken wooden stool under the tree, handling chores assigned by the pharmacy. Sometimes he sat there for an entire day until a new mission was handed to him. Then, he would pick up his sheathless blade and leave in silence, returning in the same state.
Since arriving here, he seemed unable to feel exhaustion, filth, heat, or cold.
Or perhaps, he had simply rediscovered his former role.
Tang Yue stepped forward slowly and placed the tray with the now completely cold medicine before him.
The hands sorting the medicinal herbs finally stopped. The youth slowly raised his light brown eyes, staring fixedly at the unusually silent medicine-bearer.
"Mr. Tang is quite free today, to deliver the medicine in person."
Tang Yue's expression remained unchanged. He did not rush to hand over the bowl but instead took out a strip of fabric and placed it before the youth.
"This is woven from Qiongsi silk. It can help block out some of the light. Even the Master cannot avoid this in the end; why make things difficult for yourself?"
Li Qiao's gaze fell upon the white, ribbon-like strip. His hand at his side slowly tightened into a fist.
He did not want to cover his eyes. They were what she loved most.
"Isn't Mr. Tang here to deliver medicine?"
Tang Yue stopped trying to persuade him and simply handed over the filtered medicine.
"Just a routine inquiry. Have there been any abnormalities in your body these past few days?"
A mocking curve touched the youth's lips as he took the glass bowl filled with black liquid.
"What counts as an abnormality?"
Those who chose to seek out this courtyard were people with nowhere else to go. To not be dead was already good enough. To fight for a chance at life, what did a little suffering matter?
Tang Yue finally looked up at him, but quickly averted his gaze.
"The Master has become a physician through long illness; he has many formulas. If you feel the effect is poor, tell me, and I will have them change the prescription..."
"No need."
Li Qiao refused coldly. In the next moment, he drained the fishy, cold, and bitter medicine in one gulp.
The people living in this courtyard were not healers at all, and the things he drank daily were not antidotes. They were like the Clear Wind Powder—merely chronic poisons used to quench thirst with venom. He firmly believed there was no better physician in this world than her, yet he was the world's worst patient. If a venomous snake did not want the farmer to lose his life for saving it, the only thing it could do was find another household.
The last autumn cicada in the bamboo grove stopped its chirping. The remote courtyard was exceptionally quiet today, yet within that silence, there were faint, barely perceptible human voices, seemingly coming from afar.
Tang Yue, having taken back the empty bowl, paused for a moment before saying in a low voice, "If you change your mind and decide to try the Master's treatment, come to him at any time."
After saying this, he prepared to turn and leave as usual.
In the next moment, Li Qiao's voice suddenly rang out.
"May I ask Mr. Tang, what time is it now?"
Tang Yue's figure stiffened, but he did not turn around.
"It is likely just past the hour of the Tiger."
"But why do I feel it is already the start of the hour of the Rabbit?"
The start of the hour of the Rabbit was the time when the front hall of Chuanliu Courtyard exchanged daily missions and intelligence. This was known only to those responsible for information gathering and those close to Master Yan. As for the "dogs" kept in the rear courtyard, they neither needed to know nor had any way of perceiving it.
But that was not the most concerning part.
The Tang twins each had their strengths. Tang Yue, the younger brother, was particularly steady and incredibly sharp. No matter where he was, he could accurately estimate the time just by glancing at the sky, never off by more than a few minutes.
The figure on the broken wooden stool slowly rose. The blade that never left his hand hung at his left side, like the wing of a falcon tucked beneath its feathers.
"I heard everything about the ship. Why play the fool, Mr. Tang?"
The youth's naturally keen five senses, sharpened further by that strange illness, had become impossible to guard against. In an instant, he had captured the key information from the wind.
"What ship?"
Tang Yue's face remained devoid of joy or sorrow. He was far more composed than his brother; even if the sky were to fall, it would not cause a ripple in his demeanor.
"The sunken ship."
"The dikes upstream have breached again these past few days. News of shipwrecks arrives daily. This is not the first time Chuanliu Courtyard has received such news."
The Yuzhou region was prone to rain, and sometimes disasters were not just natural but man-made. For the purposes of defense and surveillance, Chuanliu Courtyard had hidden posts at nearby river channels, estuaries, and docks. They compiled daily reports on flooding and river pirates, sending them to the bamboo tower at night to arrive the next morning, almost without fail.
"Indeed," Li Qiao's voice sounded heavily in his ear, carrying a hint of suppressed murderous intent. "But you should never, ever have come to deliver the medicine yourself."
Before his words could land, the short-handled axe at Tang Yue's waist was already in flight. But the youth's movements were preternaturally agile, showing none of the lethargy from his days of sitting in the courtyard. The strike did not even graze the hem of his robe.
The wooden tray was sliced in two mid-air, and the empty glass bowl shattered upon hitting the ground.
Tang Yue looked up. Li Qiao had already leaped onto the canopy of an ancient tree, dodging another incoming axe in the next instant.
Tang Yue stared at him, his voice gaining a sense of pressure.
"What? Do you intend to storm the front hall? Since the Master dared to take you in, he naturally has the means to suppress you."
As he spoke, the youth had already flipped over and landed atop the courtyard wall.
"I have no interest in your front hall. My own affairs, I will confirm personally."
The nature and emotions he had carefully hidden were released like a wildfire at this moment, burning until he forgot all rules and constraints. He would not stop until he confirmed the thoughts in his heart.
The cloud gong in the courtyard was struck—eight times in quick succession, signaling an alarm.
Tang Yue quickened his pace, swiftly choosing the shortest route to the highest bamboo tower in the grove.
The moment he stepped into the tower, the news of the youth's escape had already reached the ears of the Master by the window.
The person reporting finished and withdrew, passing Tang Yue. The latter looked toward the figure on the bamboo couch. The boots beside the couch were covered in a thin layer of dust; they had not moved in a long time.
Tang Yue stepped forward quietly, lowering the propped-open window slightly as he spoke softly.
"I heard it was the Qiu family's ship. The people in the front hall broke protocol and gossiped a bit. But do not worry, Master. I added something to his medicine today; he won't get far. I've sent men to follow him. They won't strike unless necessary, to avoid injuring him too severely and causing you trouble upon his return."
As the window was lowered, the light falling on Master Yan's face faded. He remained in his position facing the window for a long while before finally turning his head.
"A-Yue, do you understand dogs?"
Tang Yue paused briefly, a rare occurrence, before answering, "I have had little contact with them. I cannot say I understand them."
The Master by the window tilted his head, seemingly smiling.
"Dogs are much easier to understand than humans. No matter how much they are beaten or mistreated, if someone shows them even a tiny bit of warmth, they will remember it for a lifetime. They instantly forget the suffering they've endured. Even if they only faintly hear the footsteps of their former master, they cannot help but wag their tails and strain against their chains to meet them."
Wolves and dogs share the same ancestry but are vastly different. Clearly, this courtyard was currently housing a mixture of both.
Tang Yue bowed his head and asked for confirmation, "Does the Master still wish to keep him?"
"Let us first see how much more use he can be."
As Master Yan finished speaking, Tang Wu arrived in a hurry. His face was etched with obvious anger, and his voice preceded him.
"If he dares to escape once, he will surely do it again. Master, leave this matter to me..."
"A-Yue has already sent men to follow him. What are you going for?"
Tang Wu could not hide his urgency, clearly aware of the youth's skill and strength.
"There are few in this courtyard who can stop him. It will be even more troublesome once he leaves the bamboo sea. He knows the location of Chuanliu Courtyard. If he truly gets away, we might..."
Master Yan's nail-less fingers lightly stroked the bamboo couch.
"How many have been rescued so far?"
Tang Yue replied somberly, "Two."
Hearing this, Master Yan closed his eyes.
"Weren't there more than two when the ship left Jiugao? No rush. He will come back."
The pale sunlight had just risen, and the bamboo sea outside the tower was shrouded in morning mist.
Within the mist, something flashed by—faster than the wind, more urgent than the rain—instantly piercing a path of fresh green through the chaos.
The swaying bamboo leaves parted and then gathered again, returning to their original state. From afar, no trace could be seen, as if nothing had ever passed through.
At a river bend on the edge of the bamboo sea stood a stilt house made of yellow bamboo. The lower level was over the water, serving as a mooring for boats. The upper level was an old granary once used for temporary grain storage.
Currently, only two or three boats passed by this place each month, catering to the business of desperate outlaws. The granary had been abandoned for years and was now packed with thirty or forty people—refugees from nearby villages who had fled the floods to board a boat, along with many river pirates waiting for illicit business. It was a chaotic, mixed crowd.
The bamboo house had only one small window facing the water. Everyone was currently taking turns crowding around it, anxiously awaiting the ferry that was already several days late.
Someone was the first to notice something strange in the bamboo sea across the river. They leaned forward with a surprised "Eh?" and those around them quickly crowded in. The bamboo house fell silent instantly.
They had never seen someone run so fast; it was as if he were flying. With a light tap on a rock in the middle of the river, he headed straight for the small window of the bamboo house.
A blade flashed, followed by a sharp crack as the small window was smashed. The intruder burst into the room, his gaze sweeping over the startled and panicked faces until it stopped on a bearded man wrapped in a blanket, looking haggard in the corner.
Lu Zican's slightly swollen eyes looked up. The moment he saw Li Qiao, he froze.
"You... how are you here..."
Li Qiao did not speak. He shoved aside the person blocking his way and saw Xu Qiuchi lying against the wall. He was on a simple bamboo mat, his lips purple and his face pale, appearing unconscious.
Li Qiao slowly shifted his gaze, unwillingly searching the small bamboo house again. But besides those two, there were no other familiar faces.
In the corner, Lu Zican stood up, leaning against the wall. Before he could say anything, the youth walked toward him.
"On your ship... was there anyone else?"
In that short sentence, he paused twice, as if he had a blade in his mouth and had to swallow blood with every few words.
Lu Zican opened his mouth but could not utter a single word.
River water continued to drip from the tips of his hair until a small patch of the floor was wet, yet he remained unable to answer that simple question.
However, his silence answered the question in its own way.
The Qingwu Blade fell, its tip sinking deep into the bamboo floor, supporting the youth's trembling body. The suppressed effects of the medicine surged up, and Li Qiao's vision began to blur, but a surge of rage and despair gave him strength from somewhere. He stepped forward and grabbed the damp collar of the bearded commander.
"Is this question so hard to answer? I want you to tell me, was there anyone else on your ship?!"
Lu Zican's soaked hair and beard could not hide his ashen face. Looking at that face, Li Qiao felt he was seeing the most terrifying and hopeless thing in the world. The blood in his entire body seemed to freeze, and his voice turned hoarse.
"Speak! Answer me!"
"She was also on the ship..." Xu Qiuchi's weak voice sounded from behind. Perhaps the commotion had roused him from his coma. He propped himself up and looked over. "When the accident happened, the ship broke in two. She was on the other side. We were separated..."
Li Qiao turned his head, his hollow voice trembling slightly.
"Why didn't you send people to look for her?"
Before Xu Qiuchi could speak, several burly men nearby poked their heads over, chiming in to watch the excitement.
"Young man, it's not that no one wanted to help. Not to mention that was days ago, just look outside yourself. The eastern hills are almost submerged. Forget finding a person, even finding a ship would be hard..."
Before he could finish, the youth bypassed him and hauled Xu Qiuchi up from the bamboo mat.
"Where is Qiu Ling? Why isn't he with you?"
Lu Zican finally found his voice, his eyes red as he spoke.
"The Protector had other urgent matters and was to depart a few days after us. No one wanted this..."
"What do I care about him?!" The youth's eyes were red with desperation. His body had reached its limit, yet his hands tightened, slamming Xu Qiuchi against the wall. "Didn't he say that while his love wasn't enough, he could protect her for a lifetime? Where was he when she was in danger? What did he do? And what did you all do?!"
Xu Qiuchi curled his lips weakly, his phoenix eyes lifting coldly. His thin lips parted to strike back.
"A cowardly man who broke his word has no standing to question others. When you left without a word, did you ever consider her feelings? These past days, where were you when she faced everything alone? When Qin Sanyou passed away and she shut herself in the Guoran Residence for three days and nights, where were you? Right now, anyone has the right to question, except you."
Every word spoken seemed to come from a great distance, yet they crashed heavily into his mind.
Li Qiao finally let go. Xu Qiuchi fell back onto the bamboo mat like a sack of sand. After a moment, he struggled to shout, "Where are you going? If you have the strength to cause a scene here, you'd be better off finding a boat..."
The youth's back was already swaying. His eyes were bloodshot, and his breathing was completely erratic.
"I'm going to find her. In life or death, I will be with her..."
Whether it was today's medicine taking effect or the unspoken, terrible truth proving more potent than poison, after half a minute of agonizing torment, he suddenly felt the heart that had been pounding with rage and grief stutter and stop. The world went silent, but his insides were screaming as if they were about to explode. Emotions clogged his heart like a flood. In the next moment, he could no longer bear the force. Blood erupted from his nose and mouth, and he collapsed headlong onto the floor.
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Deep within the Mingshan Mountains, separated from the vast bamboo sea by a narrow strip of water, lay a forest of withered trees. Heavy rain carried mud and sand down the slopes, washing away many rotted logs that had been dead for a long time.
Besides rotted wood, there seemed to be something else.
The sun was about to set, and the shadows in the withered forest were lengthening. From among the countless slender black shadows, two figures stumbled out. Their clothes were no longer recognizable in color—half soaked with rain, half caked in mud. The tall one in front led the way with a long staff, a cloth wrapped around her head. The shorter one followed behind, leaning on a bamboo pole, her hem torn to shreds and her face filthy.
They didn't just look poor; they looked like two literal savages. Even a highwayman would find them unappetizing.
"Boss, I think we should forget it..."
A burly man sharpening a knife hesitated, only to be scolded immediately.
"What do you know? Several large ships capsized upstream a few days ago. I heard they were all wealthy families fleeing the disaster. These two might just be from one of them, just looking a bit rough from the journey. If you're blind to this, you'll be missing out on a golden opportunity!"
The man fell silent instantly and lowered his head to continue sharpening his knife.
The woman in charge gave a few more low-voiced instructions. By the time she looked back, the two figures had drawn near.
She gave her clothes a final adjustment and rushed out wailing, throwing herself down before the two of them. Her timing was perfect.
This "embrace" was a move refined through many battles, perfect in angle and force. It could instantly close the distance while allowing her to check for weapons or the thickness of a purse. Who would have thought the tall one, who looked like she was standing stiffly, would lightly step aside just as the woman was about to succeed? The move hit nothing but air.
This was unexpected, but the woman had a talent for adaptation. Gritting her teeth, she changed direction and lunged toward the shorter one.
The shorter one didn't move at all. It was unclear if she didn't plan to dodge or was just too lazy to. In any case, the woman got a firm hold of her.
"Save me, good sir! There are... there are wolves ahead! My family met with disaster while traveling here, and only I managed to escape. I finally saw someone. I wonder if you've seen my lost child..."
The shorter one finally looked up. Her face was covered in layers of fresh ash and old mud, making it impossible to tell her age or even her gender. Only her eyes were bright, darting around. In the next moment, her gaze fixed on the waist fan the woman was wearing and didn't move, a strange light faintly gleaming in her eyes.
The woman, who often traveled in the mountains, had seen many wild beasts, yet she was momentarily stunned by that gaze. It took her a moment to remember her lines. She cried to the filthy face, "You look so kind, sir. You must be a good person. You have to help us! We truly have nowhere else to go, and now this has happened. How will we survive..."
The woman shouted with increasing fervor, her voice reaching a high pitch.
Dust fell from the tree branches in the forest. The shorter one picked at her ear, digging out a piece of mud. After a long while, she spoke in a hoarse voice—it was a woman's voice.
"Excuse me... where did you pick up that thing on your waist?"
The woman froze. She touched the useless waist fan she had brought along to look the part, then looked up at the person who seemed to have been fished out of a mud puddle. Her expression stiffened for a moment, but she ultimately kept acting.
"Sister, what nonsense are you talking? This is an heirloom of my family. If you're willing to come with me and take a look, you can pick anything you like as a reward..."
The shorter one shook her head and poured some water out of her other ear.
"My friend never mentioned he had relatives in Yuzhou."
The awkward conversation ended there. The woman and the shorter one locked eyes, and both understood the situation.
Since the soft approach failed, they had to use force.
A whistle blew, and the nearby bushes rustled as over a dozen figures leaped out.
The woman stopped pretending to be lame. Standing before the men carrying hoes and sickles, she looked every bit the bandit queen. She opened with the classic line: "Cut the crap! Leave the money and get lost!"
If it was going to end like this anyway, why bother with the opening act? In the middle of nowhere, a robbery should look like a robbery. Speaking plainly would be more efficient. If they had encountered some life-cherishing wealthy lords, they might have succeeded.
Unfortunately, the people they met today were no wealthy lords.
The shorter one stepped back, instantly hiding behind the tall one.
"Your turn. Cut them down."
The tall one was written all over with reluctance, yet she couldn't shake off the woman behind her. She snapped angrily, "Why? No one gets to order me around except the Young Master..."
But her protest was only half-vented because, in the next moment, the fierce-looking men were already swinging their tools at them.
The tall one snorted coldly. The "staff" in her hand struck the ground heavily, and the mud caked onto it fell away, revealing a cold, hard scabbard.
A white light flashed, followed by a series of clangs and crashes. The scrap metal in the crowd's hands was instantly broken and scattered.
A four-to-five-foot-long great blade was pressed against the woman's neck, its mirror-like surface so bright it made people squint. The leading woman froze, her eyes darting up, down, left, and right. One moment she looked fearfully at the tall woman holding the blade, the next she glared resentfully at the shorter one peeking out from behind.
It was the look of someone who knew they were outmatched but was unwilling to accept defeat.
Qin Jiuye laughed, wearing the face of a petty person reveling in borrowed power.
"Let's get acquainted. I am your Grandma Qin, and this is your Grandma Jiang. In the future, don't go around calling people 'sister.' If you run into someone who isn't so easy to talk to, today wouldn't be about finding a child, but about finding your heads all over the ground."
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