Wei Jian

En route to Silverpeak University, the most esteemed institution for cultivation on the continent, Dobroslav heard a familiar voice approaching from behind. Xia, a fellow disciple from a branch family, hurried to catch up with him, her eyes filled with admiration and a hint of something deeper. "Greetings, young master!" she exclaimed, her voice as soft and warm as the first rays of dawn. Dobroslav nodded in acknowledgment, and together, they continued their journey.

As Dobroslav, accompanied by Xia, reached the university grounds they joined the queue of aspiring students, patiently awaiting their turn for enrolment. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation, as only those with extraordinary talents from renowned families or under the guidance of celebrated masters could earn a place within these hallowed walls.

However, amid the hopeful chatter, a voice cut through the air, dripping with contempt and disdain. "Daemonhart! Scram back home! There's no place here for the likes of you where this king cultivates!" The words were meant to provoke, to belittle Dobroslav and assert superiority. Yet, the young swordsman stood unshaken, his posture unwavering like a steadfast blade, refusing to yield to the provocation. His gaze remained fixed ahead, resolute in his determination, as if the slights and insults held no sway over his indomitable spirit.

Xia, fiery and fiercely loyal, shot a glare at the source of the disrespectful words. "Wei Jian! You!" Her voice crackled with a blend of anger and indignation, her eyes flashing with a determination to defend her beloved cousin's honour. Despite her lower status, her spirit burned with a fierce pride that refused to allow such insults to pass unchallenged.

Dobroslav shifted his gaze towards Xia, his voice maintaining its calm and composed tone. "Do not react to dogs barking," he advised with a serene smile.

Wei Jian, unable to suppress his fury, clenched his fists in a fit of rage. "You're courting death!" he spat, his voice dripping with venom. With a flick of his hand, he signalled his underlings to advance. However, Dobroslav remained unfazed, a smirk adorning his face like a gleaming blade. "Oh, little Wei, you're as predictable as ever!" he remarked, his voice tinged with a blend of amusement and superiority.