C28 Elf Saintess, Fifth Qingya.
As dusk settled in, Zhao Dong had already rowed his boat to the heart of the river.
Wind Blade!
A wind blade materialized in the air, cleaving through the trunk of a nearby tree.
"Not bad, I'm getting the hang of this wind blade technique," he mused, pleased with his progress.
The glowing stone on the boat cast a soft light around him.
Feeling a bit weary