Orion walked through the vast, silent forest, where the soft sound of leaves rustling in the wind mingled with the tranquility that seemed to emanate from everything around him. He knew exactly where he was going.
The presence of the absolute genius of the Dao of Fate was difficult to ignore, as if the very nature around him was bending to his will.
The young cultivator, far from the rest of the world, had chosen seclusion, and Orion respected him for it. Yet there was something intriguing about that silence, a depth that Orion felt he needed to explore.
Upon meeting the young man, the image that greeted him was like a reflection of the very Dao he practiced.
