Five years pass and Li Yu doesn't think Mt. Yunsun is so bad anymore.
Sure, his peers still stare.
Sure, there are elders who sneer at his meager efforts, his lack of progress compared to the others.
Sure, there are rumors that circulate around the entire mountain peak about Li Yu's fragile body. But things are not so terrible.
The sky is dark, stars alight. Most of the Bright Dragon disciples have retreated but Li Yu remains awake, the training grounds are entirely his own at this hour and Li Yu is more than willing to spend the time with the straining dummies.
Compared to his peers, his footwork is a bit slow. His swordsmanship could use a lot of work, his wrists stiff compared to their water-like movements. His inner strength is hopelessly below-average, stilted, and unremarkable. It's a wonder that he manages to keep up at all.
