C67 Another Two Years

Time flows like water, and the years pass swiftly like a shuttle through the loom of life.

Jing Chong's training regimen was as relentless as the bitter cold of winter and the scorching heat of summer. Since he began honing his saber skills, even a rusty old machete had been transformed into a gleaming blade under his diligent care. The saber had become an extension of himself