Aldrian was already outside the mansion with a refreshed mind. Swept by the morning breeze, his hair fluttered, giving him added charm. He closed his eyes in the middle of the training field, a peak Heaven-grade sword already in his grasp. He steadied himself with the sword as he lifted it in front of him.
After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes and suddenly began a series of sword movements. Each movement was deadly, but behind that deadliness was an elegance for those who watched. Every strike was full of power, though at times it seemed as fragile as a falling petal, barely holding any force. The series of movements created a beautiful sword dance.
With the sunrise rising in the east and illuminating Aldrian, the scene offered a quiet aesthetic pleasure.
That was what the few people watching from afar saw. None of them dared to approach Aldrian or watch him too closely. They didn't want to disturb him or his beautiful moment.
