The wind was mighty, and the autumn sky high and boundless.
Amidst the mountains, endless layers of pine and cypress swayed with the brisk autumn breeze, producing a sound like continuous waves. Clouds roiled between the peaks, creating a magnificent scene.
Tingyun Mountain,
Sitting and discussing the Dao, watching the mountains and listening to the clouds.
Between the cliffs, suddenly, a wide platform appeared, paved with mottled bluestone. Behind it were several old cottages, surrounded by pine trees and clouds, exuding an ethereal aura.
In the biting cold wind, a young man stood on one leg in a crane stance, one hand forming a sword technique, while the other held a long sword in a forward thrust.
Despite his face being pale as iron, with frozen snot like ice pops, he dared not move at all.
This was the young swordsman Ye Fei.
