Cultivators in the city

Hidden among the towering peaks, where mist curls like ancient spirits, dwell cultivators unknown to the bustling cities below. Only wandering travelers and the vast sky above have witnessed their existence. A lone warrior, Leng Fan, steps from the sacred heights into the mortal realm, burdened by unresolved fate. Yet as he navigates this world of dust and desire, he finds himself entangled in a web of unexpected affections. Why, he wonders, must destiny weave such intricate threads of romance around his solitary path? The mountains never whispered of this—endless admirers, each with their own allure, pulling him further from his purpose. The heavens remain silent, leaving him to untangle the chaos alone. His blade, once sharpened for battle, now hesitates before the complexities of the heart. What began as a journey to sever karmic ties has twisted into something far more bewildering. The whispers of the wind carry laughter, as if the universe itself mocks his plight. Leng Fan sighs, questioning whether this, too, is part of cultivation—or simply life’s cruel jest.