In July, a fireball of a Sun Yang hung in the clear blue sky. The clouds seemed to have melted in its heat, vanishing without a trace. The blazing sun cast its rays across the lake, and when a breeze sprang up, little waves danced, stirring a lakeful of scattered gold.
Chen Yu and Ximen Rongcheng stood side by side on the shore of Shaolin Lake.
"Rong Cheng, anyone from your family could have come, but I never expected you to set aside your duties in Soul Fighting City and come yourself."
"Uncle Yu, I haven't been here in years either. It was about time I paid a visit. All these years, I've either been cultivating in seclusion or holding a garrison post. After so much stillness, I've begun to long for movement. I've already sent word home and submitted my resignation to my superiors."
"Have you hit a bottleneck?"
"More or less."
Ximen Rongcheng was the eldest legitimate son of the Ximen Family's head. With exceptional talent, astonishing comprehension, and profound cultivation, he was a key focus of the family's efforts to nurture its next generation. Thus, they had arranged for him to serve in the Soul Fighting Legion, where his achievements had earned him promotion to legion commander.
"That's just as well! The saber is renowned for its imposing, bold style, sweeping like a fierce tiger. Staying in one place all the time really isn't good for cultivation."
"Go out and roam. Amid the boundless mortal world, fair winds and a bright moon after rain, famous mountains and mighty rivers, you can contemplate heaven and earth. With your heart open and your spirit refreshed, forgetting honor and disgrace alike, you'll find it easier to grasp your will."
Ximen Rongcheng broke into a smile, leaving even Chen Yu momentarily