Over a million miles away.
Qingxu Sect, at the foot of the mountain, a dilapidated courtyard.
Sunlight was blocked by thick layers of old dust, weakly filtering through the broken window lattices, casting a few bleak beams inside the room.
The air was saturated with a heavy smell of rotting wood mixed with wet mud, weighing down every inch of space.
In the courtyard, dried yellow leaves piled up layer upon layer, covering the cold ground, accumulating in the corners of the walls, thick enough to drown one's ankle.
Dead silence, desolation, and decay are the best summaries of this place.
In the deep part of the courtyard, under the ancient locust tree, lay an abandoned sword, quietly embedded in the earth.
