Under the blazing sun that hung high in the southeastern direction, above the sea of clouds, a small sword was darting through the air. The sword seemed to possess a spirit of its own, moving gracefully. As it was enjoying its flight, two faint red rings suddenly descended from the sky, swiftly encircling the little sword. In an instant, the sword seemed to lose its vitality and rapidly fell. However, after dropping just three feet, the two rings suddenly shook and flew back into the sky, heading straight into a mountain cave nearby.
Immediately afterwards, a tall young man dressed in a green robe emerged, holding the jade rings and the little sword that had just entered the cave. Standing at the entrance of the cave, he looked down at the jade rings in his hand and then looked up at the pure white clouds that seemed almost solid. His eyes were filled with anticipation.
This man was none other than Zhang Xiaohua, who was cultivating his alchemy skills at Tianmu Peak.