Date: TC1853.09.18
Location: Seven Peaks — Luminous Dawn Sect
Jin Zhao sensed the killing intent three seconds before the blade reached his throat.
Three months ago, he wouldn't have felt it at all. Three months ago, he'd been a desperate noble running from death, with expensive techniques built on a foundation that crumbled under real pressure. Taron had knocked him down in thirty seconds during his trial, and that humiliation had been the best thing that ever happened to him.
Now his Essence Sea was half-full and rising — Foundation Anchoring Level Three on the True Path, which meant his spiritual senses operated at a level his old Celestial-trained tutors would've called impossible for someone his age. He felt the disturbance in the ambient spiritual energy like a cold finger dragging across the back of his neck.
He dropped.
