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The cold and eventful winter had flown by, and spring was right around the corner.
Walking through the few early-blooming flowers under the warm sunlight felt refreshing. Do-Jun was reminded of spring in the Kunlun Mountains, the sacred grounds of the Heavenly Demon Sect. Around this time of year, the birch trees would be in full bloom, creating a breathtaking view.
I miss it sometimes, Do-Jun thought wryly.
The Skyscraping Pagoda was the towering headquarters of the sect that seemed to reach the heavens. Watching the disciples dedicate themselves to martial training from the top floor while sipping tea always brought a sense of satisfaction. Do-Jun reached into his clothes and pulled out a sword. Or rather, just the hilt; there was no blade.
Now that I think about it, this sword was also forged in spring. Do-Jun reminisced.
To anyone unfamiliar, the sword hilt would seem like nothing more than an old, useless relic. But to Do-Jun, it was the greatest sword in existence, one that only the Heavenly Demon himself could wield.
Yong-Yong had been accompanying Do-Jun on a walk through Umyeonsan Mountain.
“Eeek!” He flinched and trembled violently at the sight of the sword in Do-Jun’s hand.
Then, the little dragon suddenly shrank...
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