Autumn rain, like a sheer veil, half-dyes Enlightenment Mountain.
In the hazy depths, a graceful silhouette holding an oil-paper umbrella emerges from the Deep Valley and pauses at the edge of the Ancient Cave.
Crimson blood slides down her arm, mingling with the chilly rainwater, seeping into the earth.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved in this mess."
Just then, a streak of light flies out from the longsword in the woman's hand, transforming into a handsome, yet somewhat demonic man.
His eyes blaze like fire, his expression cool. Amidst the desolate deep mountains, he stands out distinctly.
The demonic man reaches out, steadying the woman's staggering figure.
"You are the heir to the Western Master, destined to be among the Five Directions Overlords one day, in a position of great power and influence. Why risk your life for him?" The man frowns, a barely perceptible tenderness flashing through his icy gaze.