Jiang Chen closed his eyes and bowed his head, thanking Fein for showing him the path to enlightenment. He knew that he had a long way to go, but he was no longer afraid. He had the power of the sword on his side, and nothing could stand in his way.
With that, Jiang Chen knew the importance of inspiration. Inspirations come at random times. A precious opportunity that couldn't be wasted. So he decided to find a place that no one would disturb him.
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Jiang Chen stood atop a floating cloud, surrounded by a sea of white, fluffy clouds. The sun shone brightly, casting a golden glow on his face. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the cool air fill his lungs. He knew that he had to strike the iron while it was hot. The inspiration he felt was unlike any other he had experienced before.
