C97 Goodbye Jun Liu

Atop the gates of True Martial City, a young man clad in a black training outfit danced with his long sword upon the city walls.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

The sword moved like a living serpent, casting glimmers of light with each motion. The light wasn't sharply intense, but it held a restrained ferocity.

With a gentle prod from the youth's blade