The wind howled through the ancient streets of Beijing, carrying with it the scent of rain and forgotten memories. Wang Ming stood at the edge of the city wall, his eyes fixed on the distant mountains.
"Why must we always fight?" he murmured to himself, his voice lost in the gale.
His companion, Li Hua, turned to him, her face etched with concern. "Ming, the path of the wuxia is not easy. It demands strength and sacrifice."
Wang Ming sighed, gripping the hilt of his jian tightly. "I know, Hua. But the weight of this fei dao is heavier than I expected."
As they prepared to descend into the valley of Kunlun, the first drops of rain began to fall, washing away the dust of their journey.
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