Cold North.
In a certain Lake Heart Island of Song State.
Surrounded by water on all sides, the center of the small island featured a serene pavilion where a figure sat motionless like a wooden statue or a stone carving. The nearby stone platforms and tables were coated with a layer of dust visible to the naked eye, indicating they had not been disturbed for a long time. However, the simple commoner's clothes on this person's body were spotlessly clean.
In front of him, a saber floated silently in the void, a seemingly simple and utterly quiet blade with a thick and mysterious pattern that paradoxically appeared weightless as it hovered in the air.
