West Mountain.
Emerald pond, White Bird soaring.
Under a tall, ancient tea tree that has yellowed with time.
Bai Xiao slowly closed his eyes, immersing himself in a Zen Meditation state. He remained motionless, like a strong, rigid statue. If not for the slight rise and fall of his chest, one might mistake him for a corpse.
Time passed, second by second, as myriad distractions fell away like dust.
Bai Xiao opened his eyes to find that the two staff members had vanished at some point. He sat alone by the pond, surrounded by a tranquil atmosphere, with only the clear sound of the waterfall pouring in the silence.
Bai Xiao let his gaze drift, unwittingly settling on the water's surface, while his thoughts wandered into the distance. Memories flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. Various scenes, dazzling and vivid. Yet gradually, anything unrelated to the practice of Martial Arts faded away, leaving only the pure essence of Martial Arts.
"Clatter..."
