The Sword Immortal Beneath the Storm
When the mist dissipated, Fiona's eyes were tightly locked on the white figure in the sky. When she finally saw it clearly, her heart trembled.
"This figure… Just now, he saved me…" Fiona muttered to herself as she looked at the figure in the sky with a complicated gaze. She was still in a state of shock.
The violent storm still raged around the mystery woodland.
Lightning crawled across the heavens like furious serpents while endless fire consumed distant mountains. The roars of the Inferno Swift Bird and the Smoke darke Lion shook the earth repeatedly, causing trees to crack and lakes to churn violently.
Yet amidst all that chaos—
That figure stood motionless in the sky.
Calm.
Untouched.
As though the disasters below had nothing to do with him.
Fiona's breathing unconsciously slowed.
