It was the height of summer, and the heat was oppressive. Even deep within the mountains where the Cloud Recesses lay, the disciples practicing swordplay on the Training Grounds were drenched in sweat. The scorching sun baked the earth until the ground seemed to shimmer with rising vapors, and even when a breeze occasionally stirred, it carried only a wave of humid heat that made the discomfort all the more acute. In the distance, the mountain forests looked listless under the glare, their foliage parched and slightly curled at the edges, as if eagerly longing for the arrival of night.
Wei Wuxian twirled Chenqing in his hand, walking step by step toward the Lan Clan Training Grounds.
"A-Yuan, Jingyi," Wei Wuxian said.
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