Li Feng stood on a mountain peak, staring at the sunset. He had trained hard for years, becoming one of the strongest warriors in the land. But today was different.
He felt a chill in the air. Something was wrong. His heart raced as he noticed his old master, Elder Chen, approaching with a group of powerful fighters. They wore dark robes, their eyes filled with betrayal.
"Li Feng," Elder Chen said, his voice cold. "You have become too strong. You threaten our power."
Li Feng's fists clenched. "I will not bow to you. You taught me to be strong!"
But Elder Chen only laughed. "Strength means nothing if you are alone."
Before he could react, the elder and his followers attacked. Li Feng fought fiercely, using all his skills. He dodged and struck, but they were too many. The betrayal stung deeper than any wound.
As he fell to the ground, pain coursed through him. He looked up at the darkening sky, and in that moment, he whispered, "I will return."
Then everything went black.
When Li Feng opened his eyes again, he felt warmth and softness surrounding him. The air smelled sweet, like flowers. He realized he was no longer on the mountain. He was in a small hut, the light of dawn shining through the door.
A woman held him, her face filled with love. He understood: he was reborn. Memories of his past life flooded his mind—his training, his battles, and the feeling of betrayal.
As he grew, Li Feng knew he had a purpose. He would train once more, learn new skills, and seek revenge against the sect that had wronged him. This time, he would not fall into their trap.
He looked around the hut. It was simple, with wooden beams and earthen walls. A small garden outside was filled with vegetables. This was a humble beginning, but it was a start.
With determination, he began to stretch his small limbs. Even as a child, his spirit burned brightly. He would become stronger, and when the time came, he would reclaim his destiny.
The world was waiting for him, and this was just the beginning.