Inside the vast halls of Combat Peak, where warriors trained under lightning and roared their names into history, Kent stood before one of the most formidable beings he had yet encountered—Master Lei Zhen, the Peak Master himself.
The air inside the grand chamber crackled faintly with dormant lightning. Even the stone tiles beneath Kent's boots felt subtly warm, as if carrying the breath of battle spirits from centuries past. At the far end of the hall, on a raised platform carved in dragonbone relief, sat Lei Zhen, wrapped in dark robes lined with thunder-silk, his presence radiating silent, heavy authority.
An Early Heavenly immortal Wizard.
A realm higher than Kent's own—a gap so vast that it was no exaggeration to say that Lei Zhen could crush a hundred Kents with a single breath if he willed it.
The old master's sharp eyes bore into Kent as he raised a hand slowly. "Show me the bow."
