Mount Skyhowl.
Three years had passed since the Fang family patriarch ascended to the upper realm.
At first, faith in him had been unwavering, absolute.
But time had a way of eroding even the strongest convictions.
With no word, no sign, no trace of his presence… rumours began to spread.
Some from the Fang family. Some from the Lin family.
The patriarch is probably dead.
Though, those who voiced such thoughts didn't last long to say it.
They were all sent, personally, to meet with Fang (Lin) Zhaoyue.
And after that meeting… no one ever spoke of his "death" again.
Well, not because they were convinced but because they were afraid not to be.
—
At the training grounds—
Fang Zhaoyue stood quietly, her hands folded behind her back, watching.
Before her, two figures strained under pressure.
Fang Lian trembled, her legs barely holding her upright, her back bent despite her effort to stay straight. Sweat dripped from her chin as her breathing turned ragged.
