「At a waterfall behind the mountain.」
Ling Chen sat cross-legged, the Heavenly Mansion Sword, along with its scabbard, laid across his knees. He entered a profound and ethereal state, a trance of self-forgetfulness.
The rumbling sound of the falling waterfall did not affect Ling Chen. In his perception, the world was no longer the same. Sound had completely disappeared, and the speed of the falling waterfall became slower and slower. Finally, it seemed to move in slow motion, with tendrils of water cascading down, occasionally releasing a few droplets that shimmered with a seven-colored brilliance in the sunlight, like the most dazzling crystal stones.
When, in his perception, the waterfall became utterly still, Ling Chen opened his cool eyes.
He drew his sword and slashed!
The motion was fluid, without a hint of hesitation.
Silently, the waterfall before him split in two, its sections falling separately, unable to rejoin.
BOOM! BOOM!
