Days passed, each one blurring into the next as Wei focused on training and preparing for the inevitable confrontation with the Shadow Sect. The weight of Mei Lan's words hung over him like a storm cloud, fueling his anger and determination. He had become a shadow of his former self, cold and ruthless, and he barely recognized the person staring back at him in the mirror. Gone were the days of laughter and hope; in their place was a man driven by vengeance.
He trained harder than ever, honing his martial arts skills to perfection, pushing his limits in ways he never thought possible. Each punch he threw echoed his grief, each kick a manifestation of his rage. In the quiet hours of the night, he could almost hear Mei Lan's voice urging him on, reminding him of his strength. But with every hour spent in solitude, the emptiness within him deepened.
