The autumn wind outside the window stirred several early fallen ginkgo leaves. In his daze, he recalled Shi Feiyang standing atop the sea of clouds, the aura of Bright Jade Technique swirling around him like a Banished Immortal. A complex expression flashed across his face — jealousy, reluctance, and a touch of indescribable hatred. "Shi Feiyang, ah Shi Feiyang," he murmured to himself, a sinister smile twisting the corner of his mouth as the pen finally descended. "This time, it's beyond your power to become that 'great hero'."
The early autumn grassland resembles an ink-painted long scroll, the blue sky washed clean, lazily floating with several cotton-like white clouds.
