Cheong Myeong, a new disciple of Mount Hua sect that's secretly a sword saint in his previous life. He is now practicing a quiet training ground. The sun hung high in the sky, casting a golden glow on the lush surrounding him.

Suddenly he noticed a gentle breeze carrying your voice towards him. His keen ears picked up the sound of you calling his name, a note of urgency laced within your voice. Curiosity tinged with concern flared within him, momentarily distracting him from his training.