Chapter 247 Book 5 Long Hai Regrets
Mountain ranges rolled like ocean waves across the horizon, thick mists clinging to the ridges like ghostly veils. Nestled atop one such peak was the austere but grand White Fang Sword Sect. Its courtyards were quiet today, the usual clash of swords muted under an air of tension.
Long Hai stood on a solitary stone platform near the cliffside, his robes fluttering faintly in the morning breeze. His sword rested beside him, untouched for hours. Though he had come here to cultivate—he had even cleared his schedule to focus solely on his chi—his spirit refused to settle. Ever since advancing by a level and reaching the late stages of Chi Gathering, he has decided to put all of his efforts into advancing to break through to the Chi Condensation stage. But something is amiss.
His mind looped the same memory over and over again: Li An, bloodied and broken, eyes dim with pain as she lay in the cave. Her breath had been ragged.
