The weak cry out with all their might, yet no one cares; The strong whisper softly, yet their words penetrate deeply into the heart. A Talent Tree ablaze with flames, every leaf bearing different spirit runes, Lu Ye, reduced to a mining slave after his sect was destroyed, used this to become a cultivator and stirred the winds of change in the Nine Provinces...
The core circle of the battlefield, at the Loyal Heart Sect's station within the 2nd grade sect, atop a peak behind the mountain there was a rock formation soaring like the outstretched wings of an eagle, known as Eagle Flight Rock. Sitting on the rock was a figure, a person clad in a white robe embroidered with red clouds, outlining a tall and sturdy figure, with a head of snow-white hair. By appearance, he looked about thirty, but his eyes were filled with vicissitudes.
He sat on Eagle Flight Rock, one leg bent, the other dangled in the air, with a wine gourd placed beside him.
Gazing at the setting sun in the west, the man squinted slightly and reached for the wine gourd next to him, tilting his head back to take a big gulp, only to find it empty, drinking nothing but loneliness.
The white-robed young man shook the gourd and heaved a long sigh.