~~~
Two Heaven Realm cultivators stand in the ring.
It is not the first ti such has happened in the history of the tournant, but the arena explodes with applause and cheers all the sa. The people chant Xiao Shuang’s na without end, while others call for the Young Dragon’s victory. Regardless of their skill, everyone instinctively understands that this is no ordinary battle. If they were to miss this, they surely would regret it for the rest of their lives!
Surrounded by such fervor, Feng Zhi stands up and leaves.
“Don’t bother going after him,” Lady Ling calls out in a bored tone when Feng Zhuo turns in the direction Feng Zhi went. “No doubt he resents being surpassed so utterly.”
“There was no need to voice that thought,” Lady Feng says, glaring at her out of the corner of her eye.
“Enjoynt is all the motive one needs,” Lady Ling notes, smirking. “Of course, I don’t suppose you know much about–”
“Why fight today?!” Feng Zhuo interrupts with a smile that is only slightly forced. Ever the family’s peacemaker, that one. “Especially when such an excellent battle is already happening in front of us!”
He keeps speaking after that, but Lady Ling stops paying attention. She looks at her husband. Her darling Gui has his eyes on the ring and nowhere else. If his gaze starts to wander, she has at least ten ways to distract him. That will have to be enough.
Unfortunately, it is all up to that brat Feng Zhi now.
~~~
Feng Hao’s seals need to be reapplied.
His mother demanded it early in the morning, arguing that it has been a while since they were placed and that all the energy in the arena might destabilize them if proper asures were not taken. Feng Hao protested fiercely, but his protests went unheard, as they often are, and his father sided with his mother as he often does.
Feng Hao is pretty sure he does it just to avoid arguing with her.
“Are we not done yet?” Feng Hao asks impatiently. “The fight’s already begun!”
He can feel it even from here. Elder Brother broke into the Heaven Realm, and he wasn’t there to see it! Feng Hao will never forgive himself if he misses more of this fight than he already has!
“Patience, Young Master,” says one of the attendants applying the seals on his skin. “We’re nearly done already. Just half an hour more will do.”
“Half an hour?!” yells Feng Hao.
“Do not move,” the attendant chides him. “This is a delicate art. It requires precision. Trust when I say you do not want any mistakes made. The new seals need to be applied, then the old ones can be removed safely. Only then can the real binding begin. Just be patient, Young Master. Empty your mind and-”
The man falls over unconscious. So do the rest of the attendants around him.
Feng Hao blinks. Feng Zhi is suddenly in the room, standing over all the unconscious n in a way that leaves little doubt as to the cause for their flight from consciousness.
“Brother?” Feng Hao asks, blinking.
“There is no ti to explain,” Feng Zhi says. “We’re leaving the city right now.”
Feng Hao blinks once more.
“What?”
By the ti the word leaves his lips, Feng Zhi has already hauled him over his shoulder and taken off.
~~~
Xiao Shuang is unhard.
Her clothes are a little damaged, including the veil over her face. A single tear in the fabric reveals a bright blue eye glaring fiercely at him. However, all those things are superficial. Liu Jin cannot detect any injury on her body. Her Qi burns just as strongly as it did before the attack hit her.
That doesn’t make any sense.
Tribulation lightning is dangerous no matter what. Even if Xiao Shuang is on the Third Level of the Heaven Realm, such a concentrated attack should have hurt her.
“Is it really that surprising, husband?” Xiao Shuang asks, easily guessing his thoughts.
“Very,” Liu Jin replies. “Are you going to tell your cultivation is actually higher than the Third Level of the Heaven Realm?”
“No,” Xiao Shuang says, “and I am also not so reckless as to undergo a breakthrough in the middle of a battle.”
“It was a calculated risk,” Liu Jin defends himself.
“Your calculations leave much to be desired,” Xiao Shuang says coldly. “However, if you really wish to know, I have no issue explaining. Once upon a ti, my master mistook the nature of her Dao. She sought to imrse herself in stillness, a wasted effort for anyone else, but my master is undeniably brilliant.”
In the highest seats, ng Yue smiles, happy to be praised by her disciple. anwhile, Liu Jin mulls over Xiao Shuang’s words. What could stillness have to do with the lack of damage done to her?
“You froze yourself,” Liu Jin realizes.
Xiao Shuang nods, and it is only then that Liu Jin realizes her movents are a little stiffer than they should be.
“In her pursuit, my master created a technique that imposes a state of perfect stillness on the target, [Everfrozen Age],” Xiao Shuang tells him. “It is borderline impossible to use on soone else. Even using it on oneself is exceedingly difficult, but the results are worth it.”
A state of stillness. In other words, an unchanging state.
Right before the attack hit, Xiao Shuang used the technique on herself. The lightning had not done as much damage as it should have because Xiao Shuang’s body had been in a fixed state. It could not be changed, so it could not be damaged.
A smile tugs at Liu Jin’s lips.
“You are amazing,” Liu Jin tells her. A slight blush appears on Xiao Shuang’s cheeks. “Am I correct in assuming you cannot do it freely?”
He gave her too much ti before attacking, and he had not been able to follow up the attack properly because his body was still acclimating to the Heaven Realm.
That should not be an issue anymore.
“Have I given you enough ti to prepare yourself, husband?” Xiao Shuang asks instead of answering his question.
As expected, she noticed he needed a little more ti to properly harness his increased Qi, but Liu Jin doubts it is simply rcy that made her play along. Most likely, she was still unfreezing herself from her own technique.
“I am glad to have such a courteous foe,” he says.
“I can afford to be courteous, husband. More importantly, I must be,” Xiao Shuang says, her Qi rising. “I’ll prove it here. You believe your strength is enough. I will show you it is not.”
Even with all he has done, Xiao Shuang’s cultivation is higher. An advantage of two levels in the Heaven Realm is no simple matter.
Nevertheless, Liu Jin readies himself.
“Let’s test that theory,” he says.
His body glows with purple lightning as he charges straight at Xiao Shuang. The girl ets him with a blast of ice, but Liu Jin simply breaks through it, his lightning shining brighter as he compresses the Qi around his body.
Xiao Shuang flies up.
Liu Jin follows.
Natural. That is how Yong Zhunyi and the others described the flight of the Heaven Realm. Now that he has achieved it, Liu Jin has to agree. It does not feel like a skill he needs to master, but rather sothing that should have been his from the start. He instinctively understands how to move, soaring past Xiao Shuang and tossing a lightning spear at her from above.
Ice rises to block it. At the sa ti, a bitter cold falls over the ring, followed by a shower of sharpened hail. A snake construct forms around Liu Jin’s body before the hail can touch him. White mist flows out from the snake’s mouth, lting everything it touches.
Xiao Shuang imdiately recognizes the mist as poison. In a burst of speed, she flies back to the ground to get so distance and brings her hands together, encasing the white mist in ice.
A snake rises under her.
A spike of ice destroys it before its fangs can bite her ankle, yet the suddenness of it makes her let her guard down for an instant too long.
[Art of the Roaming Thief]
Liu Jin appears right behind her, a spear of lightning shining in his hand. Xiao Shuang barely turns around in ti to dodge, yet not completely. The spear grazes her, making her grit her teeth as the lightning courses through her body. A space of cold manifests around her, forcing Liu Jin back before he can press his advantage and giving her regeneration ti to work. Still, she eyes Liu Jin warily, trying to understand how he got that close without her noticing him.
“There is no trick to it,” Liu Jin says, assuming a fighting stance once more. “You may be able to sense with your Sight, but if I force your focus elsewhere, you can still be caught by surprise. This is simply the difference in our experience.”
“Do you believe your training has been greater than mine?” Xiao Shuang asks.
“I have no doubts that Lady ng Yue’s training has been superlative,” Liu Jin says, “But you are lacking in actual battle experience against other cultivators, are you not?”
Xiao Shuang does not answer, but she does not need to. Liu Jin realized it a long ti ago. Whenever Xiao Shuang talked about her training with Lady ng Yue, it always involved her being put up against wild Spirit Beasts or harsh environnts.
Never other humans.
It could not be any other way. Exposing Xiao Shuang to too many people risked spreading the knowledge of her Body of Extre Yin before she could adequately protect herself. While Xiao Shuang must have sparred against her fellow disciples multiple tis, a spar is no substitute for a real battle, especially when so many of the spars must have been against disciples either weaker than her or so strong that they did not dare to use their full power on her.
It cannot be compared to the experience of the likes of Lu i and Fan Bingbing, who were forged by fighting for their lives in the Dead Plains and the Storm Dragon Empire. Liu Jin noticed it clearly when Xiao Shuang fought against them. Despite being far stronger, Xiao Shuang found it difficult to fight them, not rely because of her ntal state but because she lacked experience in how much or how little strength to use against an inferior foe who would not surrender.
Put bluntly, her sense for battle is unrefined.
Liu Jin’s, though it shas him to admit it, is not.
Multiple snakes burst from the ring to attack Xiao Shuang, who counters by freezing them all in place. However, that is exactly what Liu Jin expected. A wave of purple lightning crashes down. Xiao Shuang easily dodges, letting it hit the ring.
The ice breaks.
The snakes advance.
She flies up, but this ti, the snakes can follow after her. A frown mars Xiao Shuang’s face as she is forced to exert more power to fully destroy the constructs. As she and Liu Jin clash in the air with ice and lightning, her mind goes over their past few exchanges, and one particular detail starts taking prominence over the others.
She has always been the one exerting more energy.
“I begin to understand what you an,” Xiao Shuang says. “All your reckless adventures have given you experience. Compared to you, I am a hatchling.”
“But that is not enough to convince you, is it?” Liu Jin guesses.
Xiao Shuang shakes her head.
“It is enough to make understand how seriously I must take this,” she says as her Qi rises higher, making the entire arena tremble under her power. Every single one of Liu Jin’s instincts suddenly screams at him.
[Opening of the Blue Lotus]
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A strike of white that imdiately ends the fight and leaves nothing but ice and snow behind. That is how Liu Jin perceived Xiao Shuang’s technique the previous tis she used it. Though he tried to analyze it, his cultivation was not enough to grasp it. It was always too quick and sudden.
That is no longer the case.
He can sense as Xiao Shuang’s Qi molds the technique, and he can see it as it speeds towards him. Pure Yin. That is what Xiao Shuang’s Qi has beco, and that is what [Opening of the Blue Lotus] is. Pure, overpowering Yin Qi that imposes its will on everything it touches.
In a way, it is almost similar to Su Daji’s fox fire, but the magnitude and effects are overwhelmingly different. The sudden annihilation of any Yang Qi in the technique’s path is most likely what causes the true damage. The ice and snow are re after effects. Considering Liu Jin is male, the technique will have a greater effect on him than it did on Lu i and Fan Bingbing.
[Nine-Branch Barrier]
Nine snake constructs manifest around Liu Jin and surround him in concentric circles. Pure poison Qi glows in their bodies, lting anything that cos into contact with them.
Xiao Shuang’s attack hits.
The first, second, and third snakes are instantly obliterated.
The fourth, fifth, and sixth freeze and crack before breaking. The poison Qi lingers before becoming unstable and fading away.
The seventh holds for a little while but turns brittle and shatters. The eight puts up a valiant fight yet falters in the end.
However, the last barrier holds.
Its power was not particularly greater than the ones before it. Xiao Shuang’s technique simply could not maintain its level of force. The girl stares at him across a field of white. The move that defeated all her previous foes has failed to work on Liu Jin.
She does not look bothered.
“The [Opening of the Blue Lotus] is not ant to be a finishing strike,” Xiao Shuang says as her Qi spreads over the ring. “It is simply a sign of my inexperience that I require it to achieve the correct state.”
The noise has stopped.
The crowd cannot have possibly stopped cheering, yet Liu Jin cannot hear them anymore. Even the sound of the snow crunching under his feet has gone away. The silence on the ring is the quiet of the morning after the first snow of the year, when all the animals have fled into their holes, and the people are wrapped in blankets and huddled together for warmth.
Xiao Shuang stands in the center of it all, her aura brimming with glacial cold. A single blue light shines like a sapphire on her forehead. Unlike the previous tis she used the technique, her Qi has yet to return to a normal state. Several people in the audience finally notice what others knew from the mont they saw Xiao Shuang.
She has a Body of Extre Yin.
A winter storm is unleashed in the ring.
~~~
“It is not often you see a Body of Extre Yin,” Feng Zhuo says, looking down at the ring. “Very impressive.”
“Do not pretend as though you hadn’t noticed already,” Elder Xue chides him. “That’s far from the most important thing happening right now. The girl has unleashed her Dao.”
Elder Xue’s gaze shifts to Lord Feng Shang and Lord Feng Gui as she speaks. Both n are utterly silent as they watch the fight. As always, it is troubling when the two act alike. It is not just the girl they have their eyes on. Young Qing Jin also commands much of their attention.
The Crimson Cloud Tournant is always a gathering of the strongest talents of the youngest generation. However, that does not an as much as people think it does. Success in the Crimson Cloud Tournant does not always equate with success in life. There are several great talents who failed to live up to the expectations placed on them.
A brilliant child becos an ordinary adult. Such things happen often.
However, that’s not what is unfolding in front of them. Certainly, this tournant has been full of incredible talents, yet Young Qing Jin and Xiao Shuang are both superlative. Calling them rely promising would be an insult. Rather, they are people who will undoubtedly beco their peers sooner rather than later.
As long as nothing interferes with their growth, that is.
Elder Xue, like many others, rembers Qing Jin’s Dao. As impressive as Xiao Shuang is, there are many in the audience who are waiting to see what will happen once Qing Jin calls upon his Dao once more. Elder Xue cannot say she is much different in that regard. However, more than curiosity…
She worries.
~~~
Liu Jin cannot see beyond the tip of his nose.
Snow falls inside the ring in such quantities that there is nothing else for him to see. Purple lightning sparks around him, evaporating the snow before it touches him, but that is all it does. The rest of the ring, the rest of the world, remains a mystery to him. Liu Jin cannot sense anything outside the snowstorm.
He instinctively understands that this is not a different spatial realm, yet it still feels as if he has been transported to a different reality. Xiao Shuang’s Qi is the only thing that remains in this frozen world, a beacon of cold that is simultaneously yards and years away.
In previous matches, whenever Xiao Shuang called her Dao, the cold was the most noticeable trait of it. Liu Jin never believed that was all there was to her Dao, yet he cannot deny it is cold right now. Incredibly so. Liu Jin has progressively muted his body’s ability to feel cold throughout the fight to the point it is nearly nonexistent, yet the cold still perates all the way to his bones. It goes beyond the physical. His Qi. His mind. His soul. They all feel it.
[Confinent of the Frozen Hells]
The ground trembles as gigantic pillars of ice rise around Liu Jin, looming over him as impassable walls. Liu Jin tries to break past them so that he might reach Xiao Shuang.
He cannot.
Sothing is off. His movents are slower than they should be, dull. His every instinct tells him that he should not venture out into the wilds, even as his mind recognizes that is wrong. That disconnect causes his movents to beco half-hearted. Worse still, his legs slow down. His lightning loses strength, allowing the snow to build up around until it has reached his knees.
Liú Jin grits his teeth and forces himself to move, yet the cold has him in its grasp. Frost appears all over his body, turning his skin blue as more ice rises around him, trapping him in the darkness.
Lie down, his instincts tell him.
Rest.
Sleep.
“Have you ever considered that people are foolish?”
Despite snow and the dark, Xiao Shuang’s voice reaches him as though it were whispered in his ear.
“It is not a nice thought, I know,” Xiao Shuang says, “But-”
“I have definitely considered it,” Liu Jin interrupts her. Even speaking strains him. “People do foolish things all the ti, often in ways that run contrary to their own best interests.”
“Yes,” Xiao Shuang says, her voice heavy with aning. “They do.”
Liu Jin’s lips break as he smiles.
“I am just another foolish person, then?”
“You have not made a case for the contrary,” Xiao Shuang replies.
Their conversation borders on casual. However, there is nothing casual about the way Xiao Shuang’s Qi bears down on him with her every word. She is not just stating an opinion. Her words are a conduit for her to impose her will on him. Liu Jin’s soul strains against her Dao, fighting the urge to simply lie down and sleep, yet he can barely keep himself awake. Xiao Shuang’s Dao is smothering him.
The cold has begun to feel warm.
“There is unity in strength, yet people repeatedly allow their own desires to separate them,” Xiao Shuang says. “It is only when faced with sothing beyond their ability to fight that they are forced together.”
Liu Jin’s eyes grow wide.
“Cold,” he whispers, for the first ti understanding its aning.
“In the sumr, people roam about at their leisure. Only winter forces people together. Faced with primal cold, even sworn enemies will have to huddle together for warmth lest death take them both in a single night. It is the cold that forces people to gather around fires. It is Cold that creates Hearth.”
Cold creates Hearth.
You cannot be taken from your ho if it is too cold to leave. Your brother cannot go on a journey if the weather does not permit it. Your husband cannot run to his doom if he cannot run at all.
People will not leave you if they are physically unable to leave you.
That is the root of Xiao Shuang’s Dao. The Dao of a girl who simply wishes to be with her loved ones, yet that simple wish has been repeatedly denied by fate, choice, and circumstance.
“I have hurt you,” Liu Jin says, for the first ti realizing how deeply his actions have affected Xiao Shuang. From the beginning, she could never do anything but stand against him. Her Dao could not allow anything else.
“It does not matter, not anymore,” Xiao Shuang lies. “You will not bring your Dao against ?”
Liu Jin does not answer.
To use his Dao against Xiao Shuang, to force himself to deem it Hollow when its roots lie in the experiences that have shaped her life, experiences he is partly to bla for…How can he possibly do that to her?
But if he doesn’t, he’ll lose.
“Very well,” Xiao Shuang says, taking his silence as an answer. “I will consider this your surrender. The Divine Frozen Palace will take good care of you.”
Her Qi rises, and Liu Jin’s soul screams at him to move. The cold is already cracking his skin, yet a part of him already finds it comfortable. The only way to escape is to call on his Dao, but he can't bring himself to do it.
Lose, then.
The old man’s words from last night echo in his head, and they are so very tempting. He could do it. Lose this fight and surrender himself to the Divine Frozen Palace. Just hide away with Xiao Shuang. Flee from the world and have nothing to do with it.
Except that’s not how he will obtain the world he wants.
However, fighting will also deprive him of that world, so what is the point?!
The thoughts struggle inside him. Try as he might, Liu Jin cannot reconcile them. The images of every high-level cultivator he has t flash through his mind. They are always so utterly confident in their paths. A cultivator must never doubt himself, so they don’t. Whether monster or hero, it does not matter. They never hesitate to be themselves.
He is so very envious.
He wants that. He wants it so very badly. But how? How?!
“In this empty world of yours, is there anything you need?”
Ah…
Maybe..Maybe it is that simple…
Liu Jin closes his eyes.
[Eternal Coff-]
[Hollow]
The void expands before Xiao Shuang’s technique can fully take shape. The snow and the storm vanish. The walls of ice fall, and movent returns to Liu Jin.
“So this is it,” Xiao Shuang says, looking at the Hollow world. “You are finally ready to wield your Dao against . Good. It would not be proper otherwise. This…”
She trails off. Her gaze is fixed not on Liu Jin, but beyond him.
Right behind him.
In this hollow world.
A small tree grows.
It is a tree Xiao Shuang cannot fail to recognize. It is the tree that was in her room for the entire first decade of her life. It is the tree Liu Jin’s father gifted hers so that her life might be saved, even though it should have gone to his son.
It is the tree that died along with the rest of Eastern Port City.
“How?” Xiao Shuang asks imdiately before narrowing her eyes. “An illusion.”
“A representation,” Liu Jin corrects her, standing up as his wounds begin to nd. “At least, that is what I believe. I am still new to this.”
He moves now. Easily. Quickly. Eagerly. Xiao Shuang watches him with wary eyes. She can feel her Dao. It is still intact, yet sothing has changed.
“What have you done?”
“I made a decision, one I thought I had, but it seems I hadn’t,” Liu Jin says. “I decided I want you.”
The words, bluntly spoken, leave Xiao Shuang with wide eyes and red cheeks.
“W-What?”
“This world is hollow,” Liu Jin says, waving at the space around them. “It is the result of rejecting what I saw as cruel, but what is the point of doing that if I’m left with nothing?”
“If all else is hollow, are you full?”
Elder Xun told him that so long ago.
He just hadn’t understood how literally he was supposed to take it.
“I needed to bring you here,” Liu Jin says. “I needed to literally bring you into my world because if you aren’t here, what good is this world? I want you in my world. In my life.”
“T-t-that’s not…You can’t just…” Xiao Shuang glares at him. Her aura flares as the red fades from her cheeks. Liu Jin has a feeling she is deliberately cooling her body. “You say you accept , yet you reject my Dao.”
“I accept your Dao,” Liu Jin says, shocking Xiao Shuang. “Most of it, at least. You wish for people to be together in warmth. That is not wrong. It is only the world that has forced you to go to such extres.”
“You say you accept my Dao, but reject its application?” Xiao Shuang questions. “You’re just playing with words!”
“That is what we do, is it not?” Liu Jin points out, smiling.
Semantics. Nothing but a ga of words, yet that is all that is needed. Even if it is hypocritical, it is enough.
Xiao Shuang’s Dao exists, yet Liu Jin can move free of it.
“I have not changed my mind,” Xiao Shuang says.
“That’s fine. I was not expecting you to. I will prove it with my actions,” Liu Jin says. “After this, I will take you.”
Yet again, Xiao Shuang turns bright red.
“What?”
“I thought I was protecting you and Lu i by putting distance between us, but that was wrong,” Liu Jin says. “Stay by my side even as the world hunts . That’s what I should have told you from the beginning.”
“That’s just wishful thinking!” Xiao Shuang protests.
“Is it? You do not wish to part from , and I do not wish to part from you. Our desires are aligned. The only thing left to decide is where we shall be together.”
“Enough!” Xiao Shuang says, trembling with anger and embarrassnt. “Let’s end this! I will bring you with to the Divine Frozen Palace!”
Xiao Shuang attacks, riding on a wave of ice. A bolt of purple from Liu Jin shatters it into a thousand pieces, yet a wave of Xiao Shuang’s hands hurls all that ice towards Liu Jin. Imdiately, a snake construct materializes around him. White poisonous mist flows from it, yet Xiao Shuang is ready for it this ti. Frost grows around the construct, seeking to trap Liu Jin in ice once more.
[White Venom Fist - Nine Branches]
The nine-headed snake grows as it breaks the ice, looming over Xiao Shuang, yet she remains undaunted. A giant sword of ice cos down, slicing through three of the heads at once. Poison flows out, yet the cold around Xiao Shuang acts as an impenetrable barrier, stopping it from reaching her.
The lightning pierces through.
As the heads fall down, they explode into lightning, shocking Xiao Shuang. She flies up, but is t by a slam from the Nine-Headed Snake. Her blue eyes shine with power. Like Liu Jin said earlier, he has more experience, but this tournant and this fight have been good teachers to her. She uses the force from Liu Jin’s attack to allow herself to be thrown back, gaining distance.
She strikes.
[The Shattering Blades of Winter]
Giant blades of ice fall upon Liu Jin, destroying his construct. He will not be able to create a new one quickly enough, which ans the barrier technique he used before is also out of reach. Her Qi rises to the utmost as she prepares the technique that was always ant to end this fight.
She will not allow Liu Jin to be taken from her!
[Eternal Coffin of the Eighth Frozen Hell]
[White Venom Fist - Hollow Branch]
Xiao Shuang raises her clasped hands and brings them down to unleash the Divine Frozen Palace’s strongest confinent technique. At the sa ti, Liu Jin counters with his own move. Purple lightning burns with specks of white as Liu Jin fuses both Qi types. It is a volatile mix, and a single move could lead to the technique exploding in his own face, yet nothing else will do right now. The hollow world is already cracking as Xiao Shuang’s attack travels through the air, forcing Liu Jin to use as much power as possible.
No matter what, he cannot lose here. Because if he did, if he ends up trapped and hidden from the world in a fake masquerade of safety…
That’d be nothing other than Hollow.
The attacks crash into each other. Poisonous lightning burns through the ice, yet the hollow world fades into blinding white. Both fighters roar with their very souls, refusing to falter no matter what. It is a conversation without words, souls bared before each other in the purest way.
In the end, there can only be one winner.
The world cos back, and the people in the arena see Liu Jin bloodied and bruised with blisters all over his body and frost stuck to his skin.
Xiao Shuang lies unconscious at his feet.
A mont of silence falls over the arena, only to be broken when the announcer finds his voice.
“The Winner and your new Crimson Cloud Tournant Champion! Emperor Qing Jin of the Eternal Fla Clan!”
The audience breaks into wild cheers
The barrier drops.
The shadows strike.
~~~
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