Amid a mountain peak shaded by verdant trees, beside a small lake of gleaming emerald water, stood an enormous peach tree. At this moment, thousands upon thousands of pink peach blossoms bent its branches low, blooming in all their delicate splendor.
Beneath the peach tree, a middle-aged man in white held a long sword and slowly wielded it. His sword moves were so slow, like an old man's morning exercise, while his footwork was equally ordinary—neither light nor heavy, just like the gait of an ordinary person.
Yet every movement of that long sword stirred an undercurrent in the air. As the sword traced its path, countless fallen blossoms beneath the peach tree did not dance along with the man's steps, but at every extension and withdrawal of the blade, they seemed eager to leap into motion.
Before long, the middle-aged man's sword moves grew even slower, as though they weighed ten thousand jun. They were incomparably heavy, while the fallen blossoms around him gradually began to stir. No longer willing to become spring mud upon the ground, they began to dance in the air along with the transformations of the long sword.
Yet this was not the truly shocking part. After some time, more peach blossoms drifted down from the tree and joined the dancing ranks. There were more and more of them, growing ever more graceful. In the span of a moment, hundreds of peach blossoms condensed into a human shape and danced rapidly through the air!
Suddenly, the middle-aged man gave a sharp shout and pointed the long sword in his hand directly at the emerald water. The human-shaped cluster of peach blossoms flew toward the lake. Before they could draw near, the water erupted with a tremendous boom, struck by the sword into a towering wave