At noon, sunlight slanted through the treetops, bathing the forest path in a dazzling golden glow.
The mountain was covered with ancient pines, so lush and green they resembled splendid canopies.
Occasionally, a solitary bird would take flight, soaring into the clouds, its long cry echoing across the mortal realm.
Outside the White Jade Mountain Gate of the Sword Sect, several outer disciples yawned, bored. They watched the departing master and disciple with listless eyes, chatting sporadically.
"Ah! I wonder if I'll ever have the chance to be someone like Fifth Elder in this lifetime! Yesterday, I steeled my heart and already cut mine off."
"Stop dreaming. Who is Fifth Elder? He's a man with no women in his heart! That alone is something we can't manage... What the heck? What did you cut off?"
"..."
The disciple abruptly looked up at the other, an incredulous expression on his face. He was about to speak when a sudden chill ran through his body.
