The dawn mist, like a light veil, gently envelops the banks of the Chishui River, with strands intertwining as if weaving the tenderness between heaven and earth.
Three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association stand clad in armor, neatly and solemnly, with their metal plates shimmering coldly, like a pack of dormant tigers ready to roar out at any command.
Shi Feiyang, dressed in black soft armor, stands tall like a pine tree, with the Celestial Frost Blade at his waist emitting a faint chill, an invisible force suppressing the surrounding air.
