C131 The Interlaced Sword the Weeping Heart

The mountain stream gurgled, the rain was even, the iron chains made deep scratches on his ankles, he was in a mess sitting cross-legged on the giant rock behind him, beside him was a long sword, directly embedded into the giant rock, his face was filthy, the roots of his black hair were crisscrossed, his clothes were covered in mud!

He was a natural prodigy.

But now