In a deep valley within the mountain peaks of the Blood Control Sect, a man with blood-red spiky hair was silently sharpening his beloved sword on a grindstone, with sweat continuously spilling from his naked upper body and dripping onto the surrounding grassland.
"Zing! Zing! Zing!"
The blade rubbed against the black, abrasive sandstone, emitting a whirring sound. With each sound, invisible waves dispersed from the red-haired youth at the center, flattening patches of the lawn.
This was not just sharpening—it was training!
"Ling Ye, Chief Liu is back. Aren't you going to greet her?"
In the silence of the valley, previously filled only with the sound of sharpening, a second voice suddenly rang out. A figure as gentle as a spring breeze appeared under a tree not far behind the red-haired youth, seemingly out of nowhere.
