Peach trees painting a mountain in pinks and greens swayed gently with the breeze. The rustle of their leaves and the sweet scent from their maturing fruits filled the village-sized sect with a lively aura mirrored by cultivators' activities.
Despite the rain splashing beneath their feet and the fading light of the sun, energetic screams rang out from the training grounds. Disciples filled the streets, haggling over techniques, debating pills, and weighing which weapons were worth saving their sect points for.
But with the soft hum of space tearing open, and the heavy thud of Adam's boot against the wet earth, their peace was about to vanish—consumed by a storm of raging flames.
A few disciples noticed his youthful figure, but the leaders and elders all felt the disturbance. Instantly, five voices thundered through the streets.
