Lijing Town.
Autumn rains once again drizzled across the land for another year, turning the mountainside forests into a carpet of gold and deep red as the leaves fell, leaving the woods in such tranquility that the whooshing sound of a figure darting through could be heard from afar. The young man in a black robe with a sword strapped on his back had thin lips pressed together, his eyes slightly slender, his cheeks gaunt, exuding a chill and ruthless air.
Li Yuanjiao leaped onto the slender treetops, causing the branches to sway gently, and then hung in the air for a moment as light as a swallow before offsetting his step and floating back to the ground, splashing a few drops of chilly autumn rain.
"The 'River Rapids Step' after all is a third-grade movement technique, very difficult to cultivate. I've heard that only Uncle Ling in our family managed to master it in just two years, while the rest took five or six... In three years, I've only grasped a few of its movements."
