The shimmering Shengdia Song Academy is shrouded in the sunset that dyes the sky red, hazy and bright.
The young man leaned against the dead tree and looked at the lake quietly.
The water is calm, with the occasional ripples calming down as the wind dies down.
The mist lingered around the young man, giving it a dreamlike and mysterious color.
The young man stood as tall as a pine, tall and slender. His long silver-white hair was flowing in the wind, reflecting his ghostly violet eyes, and his enchanting face was the most breathtaking in the world. A black windbreaker perfectly outlined the young man's impeccable figure, becoming the focus of everyone's attention.
The breeze blew across my face, and my long silver-white hair fluttered lightly. With the corners of my mouth raised, a few words gently rippled on the foggy lake surface...
"The game begins".