Leaving the bamboo forest dwelling of Steward Huang Yu, Chen Sheng walked slowly along the cobblestone path.
The tall green bamboos beside the path swayed in the wind, making a gentle "rustling" sound. Occasionally, a few withered leaves would drift down, swirl around on his shoulder, and then leisurely fall to the ground.
He raised his hand to brush off the leaves from his shoulder, his eyes glancing over the spirit sparrows frolicking between the trees, but his thoughts had already drifted towards the core mysteries of this world.
Compared to the minor drama of emotions at Steward Huang's residence, it was the pervasive strangeness of this world that truly captivated his attention.
Over the span of three years, he had rooted himself in the outer court of the Pan Sword Sect under the identity of Zhang Ling, and the contours of this world were becoming increasingly clear.
"The lifespan is harsh, truly heaven-defying."
