The horizon painted itself in a breathtaking tapestry of colors as the sun fully emerged, casting golden rays across the morning sky. Li Yao stepped from her room, stretching her arms overhead with catlike grace, satisfaction evident in every movement.
"Today's cultivation was great," she declared to the empty mountain air, her voice carrying a melodic quality that matched the awakening birdsong.
A mischievous smile bloomed across her delicate features as her body suddenly blurred—one moment standing outside her quarters, the next materializing at her senior brother's window with preternatural speed. She pressed her face against the cool glass, eyes scanning the humble interior.
"That's weird," she murmured, genuine puzzlement replacing her playfulness. "He isn't here."
Li Yao's brow furrowed in confusion. Her senior brother wasn't exactly known for his early-rising tendencies—quite the opposite. The empty room defied all established patterns of his behavior. Where could he possibly have gone at this hour?
Memory flashed through her mind—images of him training diligently the previous night, swinging his practice blade with unexpected dedication until darkness had fully enveloped the mountain. A seed of worry took root in her heart. Had he pushed himself too far? Collapsed from exhaustion somewhere in the forest? Spent the entire night exposed to the elements?
"I need to check on him," she decided firmly, immediately springing into action.
She bounded across the mountainside, leaping from tree to tree with effortless agility. Branches barely whispered at her passing, her movements so fluid they hardly disturbed the morning stillness. When she finally reached the training clearing, she halted abruptly, eyes widening in astonishment.
There stood her senior brother, still practicing, his knife slicing through the air with determined precision. Sweat glistened on his brow despite the morning's coolness, evidence of prolonged exertion.
"Has he been here all night?" she wondered silently, observing the desperate intensity etched into his features as he executed each movement.
Li Yao contemplated approaching him, her hand half-raised in greeting before slowly lowering again. After several heartbeats of indecision, she shook her head and silently retreated, leaping back into the forest canopy and disappearing as quietly as she had arrived.
Below, completely oblivious to his visitor, Xiang Yu continued his relentless practice. His movements flowed more naturally today, each swing of the knife more refined than the previous day's clumsy attempts. He paused briefly to wipe sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, a small surge of satisfaction warming his chest. f(r)eew(e)bnovel.(c)o(m)
"I'm getting the hang of this," he thought, yet something nagged at the edges of his consciousness—a vague sense of something forgotten or overlooked.
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