Slowly, the hours trickled by in the Whistling Fields, each one stretching lazily across the sky like the soft sigh of a tired world. In Green City, amidst the bustling streets and the faint haze of smoke from countless chimneys, an old man moved with deliberate caution. His aura, once a force to be reckoned with, had been carefully suppressed to the Fourth level of Qi Accumulation, rendering him almost invisible to the casual observer. A dark cloak draped over his frail frame, obscuring his features, though his eyes—sharp, calculating, and restless—betrayed the unease simmering beneath his calm exterior.
