The sun was blazing overhead as soldiers trained on the practice grounds.
It was Sang Luo's first time visiting this place.
The rolling mountains seemed to have been sliced flat by a celestial blade, creating a vast plateau. Even from a distance, she could hear the sound of a waterfall blending with the deep, uniform shouts, the ceaseless clang of swords and spears, and the roars of beasts.
The clamor shook the trees and seemed to stop the clouds in their tracks.
Si Ye had shed his usual robes for a narrow-sleeved, light armored tunic. He had a tall, flawless physique, with dark Golden Scale Armor bracers on his wrists and a Red Tassel Spear in hand.
He was drilling the new Beast Soldiers.
He had picked five or six Beastmen to join him on the sparring platform for practice.
A Dragon Turn, followed by a sweeping Reversing Lance.
His movements were sharp and dashing, his robes whipping in the wind. He moved as smoothly as flowing water, as lithe as a swimming dragon.
