In the midst of Dragon Sleep Mountain, atop Dragon Roar Peak, a cobblestone path paved with bluestones meandered into the distance.
Along the path were the figures of an old man and a young man strolling together.
The elder wore azure garments, his face showing signs of age, yet his steps were as steady as ever.
As the breeze fluttered, his robe danced in the wind, giving him an ethereal, sage-like appearance.
The young man by his side was completely enveloped in black shadows that floated on the surface; although they didn't obscure his form, they prevented his facial features from being distinguished.
In this picturesque, verdant mountain, a touch of eeriness managed to creep in unnoticed.
"I wouldn't have thought you to be so young given your reputation, truly a hero from youth. It's fate that Elder Ye and I could meet today. By the way, I still don't know your name…"
