The night deepened, and the great grassland lay silent, with only the occasional chirping of insects and the rustling of the wind through the grass. Amid this tranquility, Luo Chen's heart was aflame with excitement. He harbored a long-held dream deep within—a dream of sword-flying. Each time he thought of this scene, a flash of longing and determination would gleam in his eyes. If only he could fly with his sword, he could cross this vast land at will, return to the place etched in his mind, and visit the person who haunted his dreams—Su Keke.
Thinking of Su Keke, an inexplicable feeling surged within Luo Chen's heart. He shook his head, trying to rid himself of these distracting thoughts and refocus his mind. He took a deep breath and once again channeled his soul power, beginning to refine the two dragonscale pieces within his clothing.
