Gazing at the stone wall in front of him, Tie Dan reached out his hand, touching the faintly warm imprint on his brow.
He turned around suddenly, looking at the empty mountain chamber behind him. After a moment of contemplation, he stood up and brushed the dust off his green robe.
Stepping out, he took a step onto the mountain path and looked up.
The weather was pleasant, the sky clear. The pine trees remained unchanged, and the mountains as ever.
Yin Mountain is still Yin Mountain... Well, although one peak was split, making it noticeably shorter, a severed peak is still a peak...
"Hey, senior brother? You're out of seclusion?"
Then the girl clutching a sword leaped down from the treetop. Dressed lightly, her face was still filled with leaves, with a peach in her mouth and her braids tangled—clearly showing she had traveled a long way in haste.
Her youthful beauty was there as always, and she was as she ever was.
Tie Dan furrowed his brows,
"Why did you come here?"
