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Lin Xuan ran into the narrow corridors of the contestants’ wing without bothering to slow down for protocol. The stone underfoot was cool, the lantern light yellow against the gray walls, and the air still carried the faint trace of morning incense from the staff shift.
He cut between two passages, scanning for the figure in gray. A handful of secondary bracket contestants stood by the side benches, talking, lacing their robes back up after their fights. A few of them turned when they heard his steps. None of them got in his way. The Skyedge crest at his chest was reason enough to stand aside.
Behind them, further down a parallel corridor, another figure had drawn surprised looks from the same contestants. An elder of a regional sect walking through the contestants’ wing was a sight none of the boys here had expected today. Lin Xuan caught the small flicker of attention out of the corner of his vision and kept moving.
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