The temperature on the mountain was considerably lower. Along the way, it even began to drizzle.
The public recruitment of the Red Lotus Valley attracted so many aspirants for one simple reason: the dream of the Martial World. It was a dream buried deep in their blood, difficult to speak of, yet constantly lingering in their minds. Be it for show or for true ambition, they all sought to wander the world with swords in hand. I find the green hills so alluring; I imagine they must see me the same way. Atop Yuning Mountain, the misty rain was ethereal.
"You? Do you have any idea how strong my master is?" The young man, full of confidence that he would join the Red Lotus Valley, was dressed in a white robe, holding a Three-Foot Green Peak Sword, and carrying a bamboo hat on his back. He certainly had the air of a wandering hero.
