A Different Path to Glory

The evergreen pines and cypresses, rooted on the rocky cliffs, shone with a light golden splendor under the final glow of the setting sun. With a sea of white clouds below his feet, Chu Feng gazed at the sun setting far to the west. Dark red clouds with golden linings filled the entire sky.

Chu Feng didn't notice the melancholy of the twilight but, on the contrary, saw a certain type of beauty in tranquility.

So much that he had forgotten this was a setting sun and had, in his distraction, taken this as to be the sun rising from the east. Blowing towards him, amidst rolling red clouds, wasn't the evening mist, but winds containing exuberant vitality.

What entered his vision was overflowing life and surging vitality. Chu Feng exhaled subconsciously and felt great comfort within his chest. There was a sense of contentment amidst the placidity.