In the wilderness, the fierce wind howled. Zhao Letian, dressed in a white robe with a longsword on his back, moved swiftly and powerfully against the wind. His sleeves fluttered loudly, yet no strong gale could stop his advancing steps or his determination to climb the pinnacle of the martial path.
After traveling for several days, he finally returned to the territory of the Galaxy Sect. Not far ahead, he could see the vast and ocean-like Galaxy Lake.
"Finally back." Zhao Letian smiled faintly, slowing his pace while reflecting on the moment of farewell with his mother.
