A peal of spring thunder sounded, heralding the gradual departure of the cold and the revival of all things; soon, the earth would brim with vitality.
Even beneath a certain stone in the mountains, young grass had started to grow, poking out its pointed little head to push open a piece of the world, swaying with two leaves.
Azure Dragon Mountain.
At the summit, the media had already arrived, cameras in tow, ready to capture the upcoming bout.
A beautiful female reporter was already giving a commentary, introducing one by one the upcoming Japanese martial artists.
However, Ye Qiu had yet to appear.
Many in the martial arts community, wearing clothes no different from ordinary people, squeezed into the crowd, waiting for Ye Qiu's arrival.
