The first light of dawn crept through Wei's window, casting soft rays that danced across his room. He sat on the edge of his bed, still feeling the remnants of the dream clinging to him like cobwebs. The memory of Mei Lan's laughter echoed in his mind, a bittersweet reminder of the warmth he had lost. But today, he felt a different kind of fire igniting within him—a determination to move forward.
Wei quickly dressed, his mind racing with thoughts of what he needed to do next. The Shadow Sect was still out there, and he couldn't afford to let his guard down. He grabbed the martial arts book and studied it more intently, realizing that he needed to harness every bit of knowledge and strength he could. Each technique could mean the difference between life and death.
