Early morning. The rising sun was brilliant!
The vast mountain ranges towered majestically. Mist rose from their peaks, brimming with the vibrant energy of a new day!
The sounds of boisterous play shattered the silence of Lost Village!
Ye Wushuang had cultivated all night, and his Cultivation had improved considerably. He stepped outside.
There, in an open area at the village entrance, a group of children were playing and chasing each other. They were innocent and lively, completely carefree.
Nearby, several elders were practicing a set of Bird Fist. Nature's spiritual energy swirled around them, flowing with their movements before drilling into their bodies.
Having experienced so much slaughter and death, Ye Wushuang quietly savored this hard-won peace. A smile touched his lips as he walked toward the crowd.
"Look, that big brother's up!"
"Hee hee, he's so lazy!"
"Lazybones!"
