Kai, Cheng, and Jian Wushang found themselves in a rare moment of tranquility, nestled under the expansive canopy of a large tree. This tree, a silent sentinel, was situated within a mountain range in the inner region of their sect. Kai leaned against the sturdy trunk, a flask of wine in his hand, while Cheng, too, savored the wine from his gourd. Jian Wushang, however, sat in a meditative pose, his eyes closed in quiet contemplation.
Cheng broke the silence first, his voice devoid of emotion. "Ever since I started accompanying you, my life has been filled with trouble. I miss the peaceful moments," he confessed, taking another sip of his wine.