Northern Border, the night is vast and boundless.
Chen Xu stands on the Cloud Boat, hearing the sound of his own heartbeat.
He fixes his gaze on the land below, seeing shadows of mountains resembling dormant evil dragons.
Though it's dark, his eye power is unlike others.
Aided by sparse starlight, he sees the desolate expanse of the earth.
Most of the ground is barren, the mountain shadows dry and crisscrossed with ravines, stretching on for miles, with only occasional signs of greenery, mostly in places seldom visited by people.
The vast land is steeped in silence and urgency.
To say nine out of ten rooms are empty is not at all an exaggeration.
Suddenly, Chen Xu notices strange movements coming from a mountain ravine.
First, plumes of scorched smoke rise skyward, and moments later, angry shouts and roars of combat follow.
Weapons clash in a deadly struggle.
Teeth gnash and blood is sucked, resentful spirits soaring to the sky.
