The early spring night was not as bitter as the cold winter, but it still carried a slight chill.
A gust of wind seeped through the gap in the door, causing the dim oil lamp on the table to flicker relentlessly, casting mottled shadows on the simple furniture.
Shen Qing's face was likewise cast in an unpredictable light.
The old wooden table had its corners smoothed from wear, with five yellowed books and a stack of newly inscribed paper arranged on its surface.
Shen Qing sat by the table, his brows deeply furrowed, eyes gleaming with a complex light.
His fingers caressed the five martial arts secret manuals back and forth: "Illusion Breaking Fist, Netherworld Ghost Steps, Eight Extremities Collapse, Wuji Tiangang Kick, Dragon Roar Armor, Nine Revolutions Mysterious Skill..."
The smoke from the lamp rose slowly, the crackling of the burning echoed in the spacious room.