In the dense forest, slivers of sunlight trickle down through the leaves' crevices, casting light upon the ground, as if painting a natural landscape of Impermanence.
The breeze swept through, causing light and shadow to interchange, presenting an illusion of dreamlike haze.
The quiet forest was eerily silent; at one end stood Haan Bing holding a sword, staring coldly at the four people opposite him. The breeze lifted the hem of his white robes, lending him an ethereal demeanor.
"Four against two, it seems like we're bullying the minority, doesn't it?" A mocking voice emerged from the other side, though there was a palpable chill on the leader's face.
Luo Qianqian raised her head with a smile, looking at the four people opposite: "In that case, let it be four against one. After all, I'm just a girl, and should be protected, right?"
