Childhood Friend of the Zenith

Dawn broke, marking the end of the night.

The sun began to rise steadily, reclaiming its place, and I moved my body, breathing in the crisp morning air.

I tilted my head slightly.

A dagger brushed past my cheek.

Shhhk—! Sharp.

Especially with qi imbued in it, if that dagger had struck me...

‘It would’ve dug in a little.’

Thanks to my body’s heightened durability, it wouldn’t have pierced through, but it would likely have embedded slightly into my skin.

I didn’t bother tracking where the dagger flew.

Instead, I took another step forward.

Vzzzz—!

Hearing a strange sound, I bent my upper body down.