Master of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo.
Envoy from the Thousand Sword Sect.
The forest itself seemed to fall silent.
Ancient trees froze mid-sway, the qi within the air coiling restlessly, as though the world instinctively understood that two forces stood facing one another—one hidden in mystery, the other blazing with Nascent Soul arrogance.
When Wang Chen and Rong Lua's gazes met—
Wrrring!
A faint, crackling sound swept across the clearing. Sparks of electricity snapped through the air, dancing like tiny lightning serpents. The leaves of the towering ancient trees trembled violently, scattering in chaotic gusts despite there being no wind.
Rong Lua stood above the grass, hands loosely clasped behind his back, looking every bit the proud young genius of a supreme sect. His presence alone made the sky feel smaller.
Wang Chen looked… ordinary. Plain. Even relaxed, leaning lightly to one side, his gaze steady.
But despite his calm facade, Wang Chen's heart trembled fiercely.
