A year. Three hundred and sixty-five rotations of the celestial bodies. For the practitioners of the Nine Firmament City, it was a blink in the grand tapestry of immortality. Yet, for Yun Lintian and Long Qingxuan, who had retreated into the depths of the city's training facility for a hundred years, it was an eternity condensed into a singular focus.
With a synchronized exhale, the double doors of the training chamber rumbled open. Yun Lintian, in a clean white robe, emerged first. His eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were veiled with a faint mist, the aftereffects of breaking through a monumental barrier.
Long Qingxuan followed, her fiery presence a stark contrast to the composed demeanor of her partner. A year of isolation had only honed her elegance, her every movement imbued with a subtle power that sent shivers down the unseen observers' spines.
