Early in the morning, as the first ray of dawn like a fine silken thread gently tore through the eastern horizon, a faint, pale whiteness quietly emerged, casting a dreamy hue over the entire world.
Bai Feng was already standing by the shores of the North Sea. The sea breeze, carrying a salty, damp chill, whipped wildly at his sleeves with a flapping roar.
Instead of rushing to the mysterious island where he was scheduled to duel Raymond, the newly appointed president of the North American Martial Arts Federation, he chose to stop on a rugged reef by the shore.
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