Spring fades, autumn comes; in the blink of an eye, a decade of seasons has passed.
In the dim quiet room, Zhang Yan slowly opened his eyes. In that instant, a cold light flashed across, and a sharp gleam emerged from his gaze. Yet soon after, the radiance receded. He exhaled a strand of Clear Qi, stood up, and stepped out through the door.
Outside the cave mansion lay a valley encircled by emerald green. Beneath the shade of thick foliage, a winding stone path twisted and turned, extending to a stream cascading into a tranquil pool.
The valley was filled with towering pine and cypress trees, fragrant flowers, and fluttering butterflies. A crystal-clear brook babbled through, with young deer occasionally seen darting across rocks.
