The setting sun shone on the Skyscraper's glass curtain wall, reflecting a dazzling light from its highest reaches.
As though it were a precisely cropped image, the city was sliced in two by the light, one half bright and the other dark.
Amid the towering buildings, Ye Lin stood silently in the building's shadow, holding his sword in a reverse grip.
His gaze slowly swept over the surrounding glass walls, pale blue light flickering in his eyes.
With his perception stretched to its limit, every change in the light and every disturbance in the air flooded his mind like a torrent of data.
The wind moaned through the gaps between the buildings, stirring the newspaper at his feet.
Clatter, clatter.
Nearby, an empty can rolled wildly across the ground in the wind before striking the Marble Steps and coming to a stop.
The instant the sound stopped, a dark silhouette suddenly appeared in the glass wall behind Ye Lin.
Light reflected back and forth, like a shattered kaleidoscope.
Ye Lin whipped his head around. The moment he noticed it, the shadow moved.
It was as though hundreds of afterimages were flowing through the glass. In the blink of an eye, the shadow hurtled toward him from behind!
Clang!
Ye Lin drew his sword with a reverse grip and unleashed an explosive slash behind him.
A piercing shriek rang out as electricity surged along the blade. It was as though he had slashed the air apart, the rapidly compressed air erupting into a violent blast along the sword's edge.
Boom!!
The instant the slash connected, the shadow vanished, then appeared behind him as though it had teleported.
A burst of cold froze the ground solid.
Behind him, countless strands of hair shot toward him like chains.
At the same time, a