In the main hall of the Liu Family's estate, the tension was unbearable. The storm outside mirrored the turmoil within, the sound of the heavy rain like the constant rhythm of war drums.
At the head of the table sat Xiang Liu, the patriarch of the Liu Family, his hands clenched on the armrests of his chair. His sharp eyes were fixed on the reports scattered before him, detailing the theft of the spiritual weapons meant to bolster their army.
"Who would dare?" Xiang Liu hissed through clenched teeth. "How did they know about the shipment?"
His trusted advisor stepped forward cautiously, his face pale. "The attack was swift and well-coordinated, my lord. Our scouts have found traces of shadow movements near Black Eagle Gorge. The ones who did this were trained, and they knew exactly what they were doing."
Xiang Liu's gaze darkened. "No one moves against the Liu Family without consequences. Send word to our allies. The Jun Clan is behind this. I feel it in my bones."
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The Investigation
Meanwhile, deep inside the Liu Family's hidden chambers, Ling Huang, Xiang Liu's nephew and a rising star in the family, paced back and forth. His piercing eyes scanned the room, clearly troubled.
"You're certain it was the Jun Clan?" Ling Huang asked, his voice sharp.
A senior officer nodded. "The signs point to them. Only they have the skill and the nerve to pull off such a heist without leaving a trace. It's the work of Jun Mo Xie, no doubt."
Ling Huang's hand tightened around the hilt of his sword. "Then we have no choice but to retaliate. If they want to play this game, we'll show them how dangerous it can be."
A low voice interrupted him. It was Xiang Liu, who had entered the room silently, his dark eyes burning with fury.
"No. We need to make them think twice before they act. We'll send a message that's not easily ignored." He turned to his nephew. "Prepare a force. But this time, let's be smart about it. We'll make them pay... quietly."
Ling Huang's lips curled into a grim smile. "I'll take care of it, uncle. But we won't just punish them. We'll make sure they regret ever crossing us."
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Back at the Jun Clan's Camp
After their successful raid, Jun Mo Xie stood on the edge of the camp, overlooking the soldiers who were now training with the weapons they had seized. His eyes were sharp, taking in every detail as they practiced their new techniques.
Mo Yan stood beside him, her gaze following the soldiers, her expression unreadable.
"You're still thinking about the Liu Family, aren't you?" she asked quietly.
Jun glanced at her and nodded. "I know they'll come for us soon. They won't take this lightly."
"I thought you said we'd fight silently. Isn't it too soon to provoke them?" Mo Yan asked, concern flickering in her eyes.
Jun's lips curled into a smile. "It's not about provoking them. It's about showing them that we're ready. They won't expect it. The Jun Clan will never bow to anyone. Not even the emperor, and certainly not the Liu Family."
As they spoke, Li Ling approached, her boots making soft thuds on the dirt ground. She looked between the two of them, sensing the tension in the air.
"I see you've already decided how to fight your battles," Li Ling said, her tone colder than usual.
Jun turned to face her, his expression unreadable. "We fight in the shadows, yes. But we also fight with our eyes open. If we sit back and wait for them to make their move, it'll be too late. The time to strike is now."
Li Ling didn't speak immediately. She just stood there, her gaze flicking between Mo Yan and Jun, a flicker of something deeper passing through her eyes. Then, with a small nod, she spoke again.
"You're right. But let's make sure our targets are the right ones. If we're going to take on the Liu Family, we need to be strategic." Her words were laced with authority.
Jun met her gaze and nodded. "I've already prepared. But remember, we don't need to defeat them in open battle. We just need to make them afraid."
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A Sudden Encounter
That night, after hours of strategizing and training, Jun retired to his tent. As he sat at his desk, poring over his plans, the flap of his tent opened.
It was Mo Yan.
"I came to check on you," she said softly, her eyes not meeting his.
Jun didn't look up, but his voice was calm. "You don't need to worry about me. We have more pressing matters ahead."
She approached him slowly, then stopped just behind his chair.
"I know," she said quietly, "but I worry about what this path is doing to you. You've become colder... more distant."
He looked up then, his gaze meeting hers, and for a moment, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes. But it was gone almost immediately.
"I have no choice," he said, his voice low. "If I show weakness, we all fall. This world doesn't spare those who hesitate."
Mo Yan bit her lip, unsure of how to respond. She reached out, gently placing her hand on his shoulder.
Before she could speak, the tent flap opened again. This time, it was Li Ling, her expression tense and alert.
"The Liu Family is on the move," she said, her voice low. "They're not waiting any longer."
Jun stood up, his eyes narrowing. "It's time then. We've waited long enough." He turned to Mo Yan. "Get the men ready. We march at dawn."
But as he turned to leave, Li Ling lingered, her eyes still following him. The unspoken tension between the two women was palpable, and it was clear that the coming days woul
d test not only their skills in battle but also their loyalties.
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End of Chapter 8