[The Third Trial: The Trial of Heart!]
[Begin!]
The sea of clouds beneath Shen Haoran's feet suddenly rippled and dissolved, and the vast, starry indigo sky was pulled away like a silken veil.
The profound silence of the High Heavens was replaced by the gentle, rhythmic rustle of leaves and the faint, sweet scent of mountain air.
Haoran blinked, and when he opened his eyes, he was no longer sitting before the Heaven Piercing Saint, instead, he was standing on the periphery of a memory, a ghost in his own past; this was in a mountain in the Shen Clan Domain.
A few yards away, a younger version of himself—barely six years old—sat cross-legged beneath the sprawling canopy of an ancient peach blossom tree.
The boy's golden blonde hair caught the dappled sunlight, and his golden eyes, even then, held a depth that no child should possess.
He was staring at the sky, not with wonder, but with a strange, clinical detachment.
