C24 A White Blade in His Hand

The flash of Jiang Chun's blade was fleeting, its speed so swift it left a trail of afterimages in its wake. The edge was razor-sharp, seemingly capable of slicing open the very air, as it bore down on Chiang Jin with a suffocating killing intent.

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Chiang Jin remained as still as a meditating monk, eyes closed, regulating his breath