C89 The Incomplete World will

In the quiet of the night, a gentle breeze caressed the air. Nie Feng sat alone in a quaint pavilion nestled against the mountain, his eyes closed as he traced the wind's path with his senses. Around him, the currents of air subtly shifted, as if Nie Feng were an ethereal sprite, with the winds joyfully dancing in his presence.

"Your understanding of the wind has deepened even further."

A voice