Your Master

"Golden Crow spreads its wings atop Mount Tai; ten thousand miles of rivers lie coiled like dragons."

Jiang Wang had never seen a true dragon with his own eyes, but he had guessed at their existence, imagined what they looked like, and seen their images.

Whenever he saw the Long River, he felt that it was a living dragon, winding across the vast land of the Present World and showing its greatness to everyone who beheld it.

Jiang Wang flew above this "Sea of the Continent," soaring over the snow-white ribbon dancing across the earth.

From here, he could already glimpse the Heavenly Horse Plateau in the distance.

The roar of the Long River surged in his ears, while vitality and freedom stretched before his eyes.

Jiang Wang felt the sky grow boundless and the clouds vast; his spirit, long oppressed, suddenly cleared.

Longing stirred eagerly in its scabbard. He nearly wanted to dance with his sword above the Long River, using the roar of this "Ancestral River" as music and the lofty heavens as his stage, with the world itself as his audience, to give free rein to his pent-up feelings.

A faint glimmer of inspiration drifted through his mind. A new understanding was taking shape; he needed only a chance to seize it...

Just then, every hair on Jiang Wang's body stood on end!

He felt a tremendous terror rising from the instinct to survive, as the shadow of death instantly eclipsed his heart.

He turned and drew his sword!

A majestic sword intent shot into the sky, and a magnificent streak of sword light burst forth.

He saw a palm!

A palm that blotted out the sky and covered everything.

The sword light flared and vanished.

Jiang Wang still held the pose of drawing his sword, but