When Zhang Jingyun stepped into the forest where he had fought Su Yining once again, it was midday. The scorching sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting mottled patches of light and shadow upon the ground.
All around was absolute silence; even the chirping of birds had vanished without a trace, as if this forest had been forgotten by time itself.
Zhang Jingyun raised his head to look at the sky, the glare so harsh that it made him narrow his eyes slightly. Yet strangely, when that should-have-been-warm radiance fell upon him, it sent a piercing chill through his bones.
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