Jianyu Forest was shrouded in eternal mist, where giant trees towered like swords that pierced the sky. Behind the howling wind, there was a rhythmic clanking of metal—the sound of a young man practicing his moves with a worn wooden sword...
Xiao Shao opened his eyes suddenly. The bright light dazzled his eyes, forcing him to open his eyes. His chest rose and fell, his lungs filled with fresh air. He felt the ease, something he had previously considered a burden now felt different—lighter, more powerful. “Where am I?”...