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At Madam Lin's call, it was as though someone had pressed pause.
Everyone from the D mansion immediately checked their attacks and withdrew, swiftly returning to the covered walkway beside Madam Lin, their gazes fixed on her with reverence.
The young men also stopped in tacit agreement and stood still. Though their breathing remained slightly uneven from the fighting, their demeanor was still cold.
The emerald leaves around Xiao Yi silently drifted away.
A strange silence settled over the courtyard.
The abrupt ceasefire and the formidable strength Madam Lin had displayed brought a barely perceptible flicker of surprise to Chen Xiaojun's otherwise calm eyes.
An unspoken tension filled the air.
At that moment, Zhu Changyun, who had only just steadied himself and whose stone armor still bore dents, looked at Madam Lin with a dazed expression.
Those incomparably fierce kicks, that hardened jade-green sheen, and especially that distinctive, rooted force combining penetration with vibration... Something extremely distant and hazy stirred deep within his memory, yet he could not quite grasp it.
His brows knitted tightly as he leaned on his enormous shield, sinking into puzzled contemplation.
Her almond-shaped eyes clear as water, Madam Lin walked toward Chen Xiaojun in the center of the courtyard with measured steps.
She did not walk quickly, carrying herself with unhurried composure.
When she was still a dozen or so paces from Chen Xiaojun, a voice suddenly rang out behind her, struggling to contain its shock and uncertainty:
"Ye Sirong?! You're Ye Sirong!"
Zhu Changyun's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at Madam Lin's back, the dazed look in his eyes replaced by intense recognition and astonishment.
That cry drew everyone's attention.
The expressions on Chen Xiaojun's, Chen Mu's, Zhu Wuneng's, and the others' faces grew somewhat