Among the mountains shrouded by lush greenery and next to a small lake with clear jade water, stood a gigantic peach tree. At this moment, thousands of soft pink peach blossoms were blooming beautifully on the tree.
Under the peach tree, a middle-aged man in white held a long sword and slowly waved it. The speed of his sword dance was incredibly slow, resembling the morning exercises of an old man, and his footsteps were ordinary without a trace of lightness or heaviness, similar to the movements of an ordinary person.
However, every movement of the longsword stirred an undercurrent in the air. Although the fallen petals beneath the peach tree did not dance with the man's footsteps, they seemed eager to join as the sword extended and retracted.
