Thirty guards is not, objectively speaking, a large number.I tell myself this while sprinting through the festival's silk district at a pace that sends vendor displays scattering in my wake, three Crimson Phoenix Clan guards closing from behind and two more cutting diagonal from the left, all of them in vermillion armor with phoenix-fire Ki blazing hot enough that the air around them shimmers.Thirty guards for one person with no clan, no name, and until four days ago no cultivation rank worth recording.Flattering, honestly."The System," I say, between controlled breaths, vaulting a low merchant table without breaking stride, "would like to note that this is good cardio."---The System did not say that.The System is watching with professional interest.---The silk district connects to the food stalls through a narrow passage between two permanent buildings — wide enough for two people abreast, which means the five guards currently behind me have to compress into a column to foll
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