In the Archive's vast expanse, Li Shen sat at an ornate wooden table, his once-pristine robes now tattered and stained with sweat. His empty eyes stared into the steaming cup of tea Fu had prepared. The ethereal library stretched endlessly around them, golden light filtering through towering shelves.
"So now you've already adapted," Fu stroked his silver-trimmed beard, observing the changes in Li Shen's demeanor.
Li Shen's fingers traced the rim of his cup. "Not only adapted. I finally created my original stance after fighting all of them."
The tea's aroma wafted between them as silence filled the space. Li Shen's body bore marks of countless battles - not physical wounds, but the subtle changes in how he carried himself, how his qi flowed.
"Not only that." A small grin crept across Li Shen's face. "Now that chamber conjures up the strongest enemies that could bring me to the death's door whenever I enter. That is the only way that can force me to gain absolute focus."
