The night sky is like ink, with a waning moon hanging high. Moonlight filters through thin clouds, casting shadows that appear mysterious and enigmatic.
In the courtyard, Luo Feng sits cross-legged in the bubbling Yin Heavy Water, with Emperor Yan's Sky-breaking Saber sheathed on his lap, steam rising from his head as he meditates, entering a state of emptiness and self-forgetfulness.
In the pitch dark Yin Heavy Water, the star-like light points are no longer visible. Occasionally, one appears and immediately enters Luo Feng's body, disappearing without a trace.
When all the light points have completely vanished, Luo Feng suddenly opens his cold, sharp eyes.
"Slash!"
His gaze is like a knife, and the Emperor Yan's Sky-breaking Saber on Luo Feng's knee unsheathes silently. In the dark courtyard, a flash of white light streaks by, swift as lightning, disappearing into the sky.
