— Night —
Within Yun Feng's mindscape, in a dark corner hidden from view, a lone figure lurked. The figure was a fierce looking old man. It was none other than Yun Feng's master, the one who had taught Yun Feng everything he knew.
He sat in the middle of the darkness within that corner of the mindscape. His posture was steady as he cultivated the technique that he himself had taught to Yun Feng.
However, there was something out of place.
It was his arm. He should have only had a single left arm, yet now he appeared to have both arms intact, completely different from how he had been before.
This old man had never told anyone his name. It was not because he did not want to. It was because he could not.
