Within the unknown blind spot.
Yunhai Villa.
The autumn wind was bleak, and dead leaves covered the ground, contrasting sharply with the golden earth and the lifeless branches.
In this ancient Chinese-style villa, a tall man in a pale blue martial arts uniform with a white scarf around his neck, cradling a long sword and with his hair fluttering, gazed at the setting sun at dusk from within the shadows of a corridor.
The man's face was covered with a white mask, his exposed eyes sharp and cold.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a black light appeared behind him.
Clang!
In an instant, a flash of sword light streaked like lightning, striking precisely onto Li Chengyi's forefinger.
The sword blade stopped, the man's eyes fell on Li Chengyi, his icy gaze quickly turning to astonishment, then joy.
"Chengyi... brother?" he uttered in Yi Country's language, dry from disuse over the years.
"Long time no see... Ah Zong." Li Chengyi's gaze was complex as he looked at the other.
