Lai Yiteng was dreaming about memories that haunted him.
...
In his dream, Lai Yiteng, fifteen years of age, strolled down the stone pathway at Lotus Martial Sect, his hair was upright in a ponytail without a strand astray.
Besides one of the residence halls, there was another boy near his age practicing with a wooden sword.
They kept swinging without pause in a moderated fashion, going for three consecutive swings before withdrawing their foot and repeating the motion. White robes with grey and gold lotus blossoms fanned out around them as they moved, sweat lined their brow.
"Yu shidi," greeted Lai Yiteng.
Yu Wang was Lotus Sect Master An's third disciple, accepted only a year after Lai Yiteng.
The boy turned his head, his expression was unsurprised, and there was a sort of gentleness in his eyes and way of speech.
"Senior-brother, you have returned from your mission."
"It was nothing." Lai Yiteng nodded once. "Only a few ghouls that have been put to rest.���
