However, this was the new year celebration; Ninefire and the others didn't immediately go disturb Ning. They waited until the sixteenth day of the month before heading towards Serpentwing Lake.
Serpentwing Lake. Brightheart Island. Within a study.
Ning was standing in front of a desk, holding a writing brush and writing some characters. Autumn Leaf, by his side, was helping him grind the ink. Brush-calligraphy was something Ning had taken a liking to in recent years, and it was also one of the ways in which Ning trained his heart and also trained his sword.
With every single stroke of the brush, sword-light seemed to flash out in a dominating manner. Ji Ning's signature…it verily emanated an almighty sword-intent.
