The Man From the Dream Who Shook the Heavens
The clouds parted.
He stood there.
Dressed in a blue robe.
Calm. Gentle. Untouched by the raging storm around him.
The moment I saw him, my blood ran cold.
It was him.
The man from my dream.
An overwhelming aura rolled outward from his body, so heavy that even seasoned disciples trembled. Some attacked—but with a casual swipe of his hand, they were thrown aside like dust.
Nem rushed him.
The man smiled.
With a flick of his wrist, Nem was sent flying into the void.
Mi-An recoiled in fear.
I saw it clearly.
And something inside me broke.
Without thinking, I stepped forward.
The moment our eyes met, the world seemed to fall silent.
It was him.
Before I could speak, Saint Lu Qi appeared between us.
"Ansha," he said coldly. "Why have you come?"
The man's gaze shifted past him.
"Where is he?"
"Who?" Saint Lu Qi replied.
Thunder roared.
"Where is he?" the Ansha asked again.
Saint Lu Qi's aura flared. "Ansha! You dare disrupt the peace of the martial world? The Seven Saints will stand against you!"
The Ansha laughed.
A sound that chilled my soul.
"Lu Qi," he said softly, "when I return again… if I do not find him—none of you will be spared."
A violent wind exploded outward.
And he was gone.
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We descended.
My mind burned with questions.
I looked at my master, my heart pounding.
"Master," I asked hoarsely.
"Who is the Ansha… and why do I see him in my dreams?"