November 21, 2017, Sunny
As the morning sun seeped into the study, illuminating a pale face, Li Jinglun felt as if he were witnessing a summons from the Underworld.
Having been cultivating for decades and barely hovering on the edge of being a Great Cultivator, Li Jinglun was discovering for the first time that writing could be such a painful and torturous ordeal.
The pen held in his right hand felt like a scorching thorn, sending waves of stinging pain through his arm to every part of his body, finally converging in his head, causing intense headaches.
And yet, an entire night's torment only yielded a single line of scribbled text on the manuscript paper.
"Day One Commentary on the Cyan Cloud Tournament Preliminaries"
The matter begins from the night before.
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