On the deserted mountaintop, a fresh breeze swept across Jian Wushuang's face. He sat down in the breeze with his legs crossed and gently closed his eyes.
After traveling, fighting, battling for so many years, he was proud his improvement thus far, felt the thrill of facing a powerful opponent, and also experienced the anxiety and desperation of being driven to the edge.
But now, he had calmed down.
All those feelings had been replaced by a sense of calm.
Now, Jian Wushuang's mind was unprecedentedly poised.
"It's been eighty years!"
"The past eighty years have certainly been colorful!"
Sitting on the mountaintop cross-legged, Jian Wushuang was smiling. His smile was sincere and brought about by the real joy held in his heart.
Eighty years had passed since he started to visit the ten tribes one by one and then entered the Boundless Wilds to tackle various wild beasts.
