In a remote jungle nestled between Chu City and Whitewater City within the Da Xuan Country, a thin and frail figure was leaning against a thick tree trunk. Both of his legs were spread apart in a relaxed manner. This figure belonged to a thirteen or fourteen-year-old teenager. Aside from his unusually pale face, the boy had fairly common facial features. His clothes were loose-fitting and a bright shining steel sword was carelessly thrown by his side.
Decades later, behind a somewhat dilapidated cluster of buildings by the edge of a forest, stood a lone elder in a green robe, expressionless, motionless with his hands clasped behind his back in front of a mound of earth.
After an unknown amount of time, footsteps sounded from behind.
A woman with white hair, carrying a long and a short sword on her back, walked slowly towards him from a small path not far away.
"Villain, you have some nerve, daring to arrange a meeting with me here!" The woman with white hair suddenly stopped about ten yards away, her gaze fixed on the elder in the green robe, speaking coldly.