As dawn crept over the horizon, I found myself sitting across from Lü Bu, my fingers gently stroking the spectral koi fish resting on my lap. Its energy had quieted down, its gaze fixed curiously on the tiny brushsquirrel nestled by my side.
The brushsquirrel, every bit the inquisitive explorer, tentatively poked the spirit fish with a paw. It squeaked when the fish didn't react, its beady eyes wide in confusion.
Lü Bu was focused on his task, his back hunched over the abyss as he patiently fished, the morning sunlight painting a serene picture.
"Hey, Lü Bu," I ventured, the scroll from the Golden Spirit Weapon technique spread out before me. "Why is it that the scroll only revealed a small segment of the cultivation technique?"
