0155 -
Years passed, and the Eastern Lands bloomed anew. Lush greenery replaced the grotesque landscape, and vibrant flowers dotted the meadows where twisted shadows once lurked. The Jade Peak Sect, under Ling Xiu's unwavering leadership, became a symbol of hope and renewal.
But whispers of a new darkness began to taint the wind. Rumors spoke of a hidden valley shrouded in perpetual mist, a place where dark magic thrived unchallenged. Legends whispered of a forgotten order of Shadow Mages, practitioners of a corrupted version of the martial arts, seeking to resurrect the entity Zalthur.
Ling Xiu, her hair now streaked with silver but her eyes as sharp as ever, felt a familiar unease. This wasn't just a rumor. It was a challenge, a threat to the fragile peace they had fought so hard to achieve.