C1829 A Strange Thought
"Lin Daoke!"
Observers from all around peered through the numerous openings, their eyes fixed on Lin Daoke, clad in a green robe, with an astonishing sword's will emanating from his being. The unassuming master of the Sword Sect stood his ground, exuding tranquility as if untouched by the chaos around him. It was as though he had never moved an inch from the start.
Centered on him
