The afternoon sun shone through the partially drawn curtains, casting a mottled light across the wooden floor, adding a touch of laziness to the cozy yet slightly crowded study.
The clock hands quietly moved past one-thirty, and the outside world seemed to turn lazy as the temperature rose.
Only the occasional chirping of birds and the faint laughter of children in the distance added a vitality to this tranquil afternoon.
At this moment, Chen Yun's thoughts had escaped the shackles of time and space, embarking on an unprecedented journey. It spanned thousands of mountains and rivers and even transcended the usual cognitive boundaries.
This consciousness, light as if weightless, yet incredibly resolute, eventually found its temporary haven—a small and exquisitely made Jade Sword.
The Jade Sword, merely an inch or so in length, was entirely green, resembling solidified spring water.
