Wang Jian stood amidst the chaos he had wrought, the fallen spear cool and solid in his hand. Master Feng trembled before him, the remaining guards shuffling nervously, their earlier arrogance vanished like smoke in the wind.
The villagers watched in stunned silence, unable to reconcile the quiet, diligent boy they knew with the terrifyingly efficient fighter who had just dismantled trained guards.
'Humans…' Wang Jian thought, a flicker of weary amusement in his newly awakened soul. 'Whether in the vast Chaos cosmos or this primitive lower realm of a supposedly higher universe, their nature remains depressingly constant. Greed, arrogance, bullying the weak… predictable.'
He looked at the shivering Master Feng, whose portly frame suddenly seemed much smaller.
