The night of the full moon.
At the summit of Songdu Peak.
Over the great river that poured down from the mountain's peak, there was a stone bridge more than twenty meters long and four meters wide.
At each end of the stone bridge stood a figure, as immovable as a mountain.
The one to the east stood in darkness. The moonlight was blocked by the cliff face, and the glow of the Moonlight Stones did not reach him.
He was a solitary man.
Only the lonely liked to hide themselves away in the darkness.
Dressed in black robes, he seemed to merge with the shadows.
Only the cold glint of the longsword in his hand revealed that he had been standing there all along.
Across from him stood a man in a white robe.
The mountain wind howled, making his white robe flap and crackle.
This man had short hair and stood with his hands clasped behind his back, smiling at his opponent.
He loved to smile, especially when facing a powerful opponent.
