Time marched on relentlessly, the scorching sun giving way to the warm embrace of the evening rays, the clock displaying 5:00 PM.
In the backyard of the villa, Long Tian immersed himself in rigorous training alongside Ling Han, recently returned from the Yuan Dynasty.
"Once more, Uncle Ling!" Long Tian declared, a challenge in his tone.
With a nod, Ling Han conjured a fireball, sending it hurtling towards Long Tian. The slicing sound of air accompanied the swift trajectory of the fiery projectile.
As the fire closed in, Long Tian made a quick gesture, not intending to dodge; instead, he thrust his hand forward. The fire made contact with his hand, igniting it briefly before swiftly dissipating.
A faint sensation of pain and residual heat lingered as evidence of the minor burn marks left by the repeated encounters with the fireball.
In a surprising turn, three more fireballs were unleashed upon him in quick succession.
