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The winter snow falls, dressing the world in silver, crystalline everywhere.
On the west side of Black Water Pool, in the courtyard with gray walls and blue tiles, a young man with a bare torso wields a white waxwood long spear, making it whistle as he practices in the martial arts arena.
The long spear sweeps across, a beam of spear energy lifts the pile of freshly swept snow nearby!
As the snowflakes fly through the sky, the young man suddenly thrusts forward!
Red spiritual power bursts forth from the spear shaft!
Instantly, the snowflakes turned into countless droplets, splashing everywhere!
The young man's lips curve up in a satisfied grin.
But before he can retract his spear, the air behind him suddenly ripples, and a giant shadow of a ruler appears, striking his back!
Smack!
The young man grimaces in pain, hurriedly turns around and clasps his hands in respect: "Master!"
