Descending as dusk fell, a familiar silhouette was visible in the clearing.
Numerous buildings were gathered on the mid-slope of Heavenly Sword Mountain. Not only the dining hall, but the training ground was also here, so it wasn’t strange to see someone.
The unexpected part was the identity.
In the clearing, Cien, with bracelets on her limbs, was grunting and taking a stance. Her whites slightly reddened with burst blood vessels seemed to represent her pain.
So, I had no choice but to stop abruptly as if struck by lightning.
Could it be, that ‘Cien’? Faithfully engaging in training until dusk?
And it’s not even magical cultivation!
I was so surprised that my complicated mind turned blank in an instant. It was only natural that my footsteps headed toward the source of the doubt.
Then, suddenly, I noticed another presence.
A woman standing at a distance, silently watching Cien.
“Master Mu?”
At my puzzled voice, the gaze of the woman with the bamboo hat pressed down glanced at me. No matter how many…