The Avalorian base exuded an air of serenity, nestled in the heart of the Immortal Realm. Lush landscapes surrounded the training grounds, where the echoes of cultivation techniques and the rhythmic clanging of Chen Wei's forge created a harmonious backdrop. Jin Rui, usually immersed in her clandestine pursuits, now stood at a crossroads, her usual path temporarily diverging.
Zhen Yi, her heart's tether, delved into the intricate art of formations. Guided by the seasoned wisdom of Li Xian, he explored the esoteric patterns that wove through the fabric of the Immortal Realm. Lianhua, her spirited friend, toiled away in the realm of blacksmithing, the rhythmic symphony of hammer meeting metal echoing her dedication. In this tranquil interlude, Jin Rui felt an uncharacteristic surplus of time, a rare gift she intended to use wisely.
