Qiuyuan Island.
On a mountainside.
A man in a green robe with a goatee was practicing his swordsmanship. His sword moved swiftly and slowly, creating countless red phantoms. Upon closer observation, one could discern that the rhythm of his sword coincided harmoniously with the surrounding environment.
The swing of his sword, the blowing of the wind, the convergence and dispersion of the clouds, the waving of the flowers and grass combined to form a serene and elegant scene that none would dare disturb.
After a long time.
The man in green stopped his movements.
As if a slow-motion movie regains its pace, the movements of the wind, the clouds, and the flora sped up significantly.
Some nearby onlookers with malicious intentions felt their heads tingle as they found their mental state in disarray, unable to return to the original pace.
Only then did they realize the terror of the man in green, and they did not even have time to flee.
