The Southern Watchpoint had returned to its tranquil rhythm, the hustle and bustle of disciples resuming training and maintenance duties filling the air.
Yet for Tian Shen, who had spent days surviving vicious spirit beasts and exploring treacherous terrain, that peace only sharpened the desire to move again.
He stood at the entrance of their modest lodging as the sun peeked over the horizon.
The morning haze curled lazily above the forest, and dew clung to the leaves like the lingering weight of dreams.
"I'm heading out," Tian Shen said, stretching his limbs as he looked toward the sect's training grounds.
Feng Yin, seated under the overhang with a cup of tea in hand, raised a brow.
"Another dangerous venture already? You just got back."
Tian Shen smirked.
"Nothing dangerous this time. I just want to explore the sect's grounds a little. Alone."
She nodded sheepishly.
He grinned.
"Old habits die hard."
