Guilan District, Qingshui Bay.
Leaden gray clouds press heavily on the sea surface.
The wind carries cold rain, whipping the beach and waves incessantly.
The roar of the waves is deafening, as if a trapped giant beast is endlessly growling.
Yet amidst this violent display of nature,
a naked figure sits cross-legged in waist-deep water, like a stone.
Letting wave after wave pass over his head, breaking upon his solid chest, turning into a spray of white foam.
Rain washes over his chiseled face, cascading from his high nose and jaw, tracing the contours of each muscle on his bronzed skin.
Fang Cheng sits with legs crossed in the heaving waves, eyes slightly closed, breathing steadily.
As if using this storm for meditation and cultivation.
However, the slight furrow of his brow and his tightly pressed lips reveal the immense pain he's enduring at this moment.
