Then the Shadow’s lengthy tale about his country began. He said that those who were born in the Land of the Immortals couldn’t be compared to the practitioners of other countries. He said that they were already at the level of a Heaven Soldier at birth.
Hadjar listened to the story with a faint smile. Could a baby really be a true cultivator? It was impossible, surely.
The Shadow told him about their cities of unprecedented size and heart-stopping beauty. About the people who lived, learned, fought, reconciled, loved, made friends, wove intrigues and conspiracies, celebrated, and died in battles there. According to him, his country was almost no different from any other. Well, apart from the fact its warriors could cut mountains in half with a casual wave of their hands. Hadjar still d
