Outside the Free Valley, the setting sun cast a faint glow cross the dense forest.
Over a dozen bounty hunters squatting outside the valley for several days were tired. Their gaze landed on the figure who had been sitting underneath the tree for half a day.
"Has that fellow fallen asleep? Why has he not moved at all?"
"Then, should we look? What if he is injured?"
Just as those bounty hunters were going to show some care and concern for that handsome young fellow, a sudden breeze blew past and they instinctively looked up towards the direction of the Free Valley.
Their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets at what they saw.
In the dusky glow of the setting sun, a petite figure on a flying sword from within the Free Valley gradually came into sight.
