The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silver sheen upon the tranquil waters of West Lake. Mist curled like ethereal tendrils, giving the landscape an otherworldly aura. Amidst this serene beauty, a lone figure moved with grace and purpose.
Li Ming, a skilled martial artist with a secret lineage, stood at the edge of the lake. He wore a simple robe, but beneath it, his body was honed and marked by countless battles. Tonight, he had come here for a different kind of confrontation—one that involved neither sword nor fist.
For weeks, rumors had whispered through the bustling streets of Hangzhou about a mysterious guardian spirit that appeared only under the light of the full moon. This spirit, it was said, held the power to grant visions and reveal hidden truths. Li Ming was no stranger to the arcane; he sought answers that had eluded him for too long.
