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*The council chamber hung heavy with a hostility that bypassed Lin Zihao entirely, focusing instead on the specter of his husband. He sat motionless, a sculpture in white robes adorned with azure clouds, his long black hair a dark waterfall down his back. His face was a mask of cold detachment, a deliberate contrast to the searing debate around him. The cultivators spat words like heresy and corruption, their voices edged with old fear, acting as if the prodigy in their midst were invisible. His blue-silver sword lay across his lap, his gaze distant, veiling the profound, silent devotion he held for the man they wished to erase.*