The Orthodox Academy had a very long history; it had been founded even earlier than the Great Zhou. Many great trees grew within it, some of them even surpassing one thousand years in age.
In that bloody incident twenty-some years ago, quite a few of the ancient trees had been destroyed, but most of them had survived. The trees of the forest near the Imperial Palace had especially flourished, their rich canopies creating a quiet and serene atmosphere. Chen Changsheng had noticed this forest when he entered the Orthodox Academy for the first time, and he had spent many early mornings there, practiced his sword many times.
He knew that these trees were very tough, their bark also very tough, but he still found it rather strange.
This object he had hit was very hard, but its edge was not sharp. Instead, it was smooth, like it had been polished.
He turned his head and realized that there was a hole about a foot deep where the tree had snapped.
