Li Qiye gazed at the other side of the river. His eyes narrowed with enough acuity to see through everything.

“Storm, no storm, storm, no storm…” A soft whisper came about after he finished looking.

He turned and saw a girl standing in an inconspicuous part of the lake. She wore a simple, gray dress with an old iron sword tied to her back.

She wore no make-up and couldn’t be considered extremely beautiful. Nevertheless, there existed a graceful bearing and a pretty pair of eyes full of determination. This culminated in an unyielding aura.

Her hair was loosely tied to the back. As the wind fluttered by, some loose strands flitted on her face.

She was holding a flower and began taking...