Deep within the courtyard, red willows billowed like smoke.
A handsome, cool-featured young man with a face like polished jade traced his fingers through the air, inscribing a series of profound runes onto a single willow leaf.
The process was flawless, completed in a single, fluid motion.
The power from his fingers flowed across the leaf's surface, tracing its veins without the slightest excess energy spilling over or penetrating through to the other side, leaving the leaf perfectly intact.
A flash of Spirit Light erupted, and the runes on the willow leaf flickered in unison, making the leaf seem strangely heavy, no longer an ordinary object.
The young man flicked the leaf. It spun twice in the air before transforming into several thick vines that wrapped tightly around a stone table in the courtyard.
