Scenes from memory suddenly surfaced.
It was more than ten years ago, I remember, a little kid wearing all white, with a pure and innocent smile on a face as fair as jade, slaughtering nearly all the ice beasts in the Northern Domain.
The fear buried deep within their bones caused the ice beasts to retreat instinctively, just narrowly avoiding a sword light.
Shen Wu's figure was wobbly, and he lazily wielded his sword, effortlessly splitting an ordinary ice beast that foolishly tried to approach him in two. Then, he plunged the sword into the ground and leaned on it, as if his body had lost its bones, squinting his eyes sleepily for a moment.
He seemed extremely indolent now, as if without necessity, he wouldn't bother to act.
Unfortunately, there were always so many things that didn't have eyes.
