In the Divine Continent's Southern Border, the multitude of mountains became exceptionally hot and humid at the turn of spring and summer. Once you started moving about and broke into a slight sweat, your clothes would stick to your skin, making you feel extremely uncomfortable.
On this day, at the Martial Arts Field by the pond, Hua Menghuang sheathed her three-foot longsword and gently exhaled a breath of turbid air. The turbid breath turned into a white mist, roaring forward like an arrow leaving the bow, stirring up a breezy chill that quickly refreshed her. This was a little trick, akin to a Cleaning Skill!
It was at this time that footsteps echoed from the nearby garden path. Hua Menghuang's ears twitched slightly, and in a moment, she identified who was coming: her two masters, Dragon Sword Bo Qing and Butterfly Sword Ji Limin.
