The moon was dark and the wind was high.
Chen Changsheng had flown on his sword for an entire night, and a wave of fatigue began to set in.
He sheathed his long sword and descended into the Savage Forest, gathered some wood, and built a fire.
As he lit the firewood, the blinding flames instantly illuminated the entire forest.
Chen Changsheng then sat under a pine tree and took out a jug of wine to drink.
Just then, he sensed footsteps approaching, though they were very light.
A powerful pressure enveloped him.
Soon, a figure in a black robe appeared in front of him, wearing a black hat that only revealed a pair of bright eyes, holding a blood-colored long sword in hand.
"Who are you?"
Upon seeing the person, Chen Changsheng showed no signs of panic and replied with a calm expression.
The person's eyes flickered with hesitation, as if they were caught in an inner struggle.
