Twenty years passed.
Chen Jichuan would occasionally stay in Dai County or Mount Qian, and at other times wander southward and northward, exchanging insights with masters of swordsmanship from various regions, or observing the boundless landscapes of mountains and rivers.
He avoided being confined to one place, where his spiritual essence might deplete.
Whenever he came across a feng shui treasure land, or felt he had gained insights in his training, Chen Jichuan would choose to stay, perhaps for three or five months, or even one or two years.
As free-spirited as he was disciplined.
On this particular day.
Chen Jichuan arrived at a desolate mountain temple near Guo County in the North Prefecture. At night, eerie winds howled through, creating a chilling atmosphere seldom ventured by ordinary people.
