Jiang Wang felt as if he had been walking a long road.
Walking alone in a dark night, trudging countless miles, immeasurable.
In front, the road seemed endless; behind, the path faded away.
Unaware of the world outside, oblivious to grudges inside.
No fellow traveler to the left, no opposing person to the right.
This feeling...
Like a feather adrift on the sea, like a scale basking on the shore.
Unaware, unsupported. No distinction of east and west, no clarity of north and south.
Jiang Wang had always been a determined person, knowing what he wanted to do and how to move forward. Regardless of whatever predicament he faced, he would forge ahead courageously.
But now, he wasn't even sure if he was moving "forward."
He was just walking, continually walking.
But he didn't know how long or how far he had walked.
He reached out but couldn't grasp his sword, not even feeling his own hand.
