The light blue sky stretched endlessly over a tranquil sea, the waves rolling gently against the golden sands. The salty breeze carried the scent of salt and warmth, caressing the air with the peace that only came after storms.
The once fierce warriors of the Sanatan Flame Sect were now scattered along the shore — relaxing, training, laughing. The battle of blood and vengeance had ended; only the quiet rhythm of waves remained.
Near the shoreline, Yan Chen stood with eyes closed, his breath steady as he practiced the cultivation techniques given to him by Shaurya. Golden runes of energy shimmered faintly around his body. Beside him, Elder Feng Yu observed calmly, occasionally offering sharp yet kind corrections.
"Focus on the flow, not the force," Elder Feng Yu said, voice carried softly by the wind. "Feel the energy, do not command it."
"Yes, Elder!" Yan Chen responded, determination flaring in his gaze. His aura rippled like a flame dancing atop still water.
