Seven Kill at the Door

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Lankai Commandery · Lankai Main City · Northeastern Noble District

Dusk quietly settled, tinting the long bluestone street a deep gray. High walls stood like silent guards, while flying eaves cut powerful silhouettes into the last light of day.

The vermilion gates of the deep residence were tightly shut. The heavy bronze doors, marked with the hammer emblem of the Mystic Yellow clan, revealed a solemn texture in the dimness, while the stone lions before the entrance sat still, their austerity held within.

Mystic Yellow Tang Manor · family head's study

On the red-bronze lampstand, the candle flame jumped restlessly, casting wavering yellowed patches of light over the stacked classics and files on the ebony bookshelves.

Tang Jigen, the family head, sat upright behind the broad desk, his aura as deep and settled as an abyss, now fully drawn into the deeply furrowed lines between his brows.

According to the rules of the Soul Master World, the family head of an eighth-grade noble clan was a Soul Douluo. He was an eighty-fifth-rank Soul Douluo.

One of his fingers pressed against the edge of the gilded visiting card on the tabletop, as if trying to pierce through the paper and probe the weight hidden within it.

Across from him, his father, the former family head Tang Jinghe, was half-hidden in the candlelit shadows. His head of white hair looked as though it were covered in frost, and one withered, bony hand tightly gripped the visiting card signed "Seven Kill Sword Chen Family." His eyes were shut, and he did not move a muscle.

"Father," Tang Jigen said, his voice low and respectful, stirring a faint ripple through the mingled scent of Pine Soot ink and old paper. "This matter..."

Tang Jinghe's eyelids shifted slightly,