"All life is precious. The tenderness, warmth, and forgiveness in Ion's voice brought tears to Risberg's eyes. Aion touched her head, "I probably won't be able to handle this better." There are so many things I have to remember about human beings, and there are so many things that I have forgotten and need to learn again. ”

Aion picked up Reesbe.

"I'm leaving. I have promised the tadpoles in the southern pond to witness the election ceremony of the water lily king. It's very competitive. ”

After a while, Reesberg emerged from the bushes by the river. She took a gulp of the river water, then dug a pit in the bank and carefully put the horns of the octagonal antelope into it. She grabbed a handful of dirt and silently recited the prayer her grandmother had taught her. She repeated the ritual until all the horns were buried. With remorse, she bowed deeply to the small tomb before leaving.

In the deepest part of the Alder Forest, everything is in view of Ion. He smiled. The octagonal herd would be proud.

There is an ancient sect on the island of Ionia that is dedicated to maintaining equilibrium. Rules and chaos, light and darkness – all things must coexist in harmony, and this is the truth of the universe. The sect is called the Sect of Equilibrium, and the sacred mission of maintaining the balance of the world is carried out by three Shadow Warriors. Kenan is one of the three Shadow Warriors, who have the sacred duty of day by day—tirelessly preaching the righteousness of the Balanced Sect.

Kenan was born in Bandel City, and he quickly popped out of his mother's womb and then broke free from his midwife's hand in a flash of light. His parents thought he had limited energy, but as he matured, he was not only energetic, but also amazingly fast. Despite his talent, he is unknown (or rather, he hasn't been caught for being naughty). Until one day, during a challenge, he climbed directly over the exterior wall of Presidian. When word reached the Sect of Equilibrium, Kenan quickly rose to prominence. He found that the role of Berserk was a good fit for him, and he went out of his way to spread the will of the Equalization Sect and carry out the punishment of the Equalization Sect. Kenan is now working with his companions Akali and Shin to maintain the stability of the Valoran continent.

Among the spirits of all things revered by the Ionians, the story of the spirit of the dragon is the most well-known. Some believe that it represents destruction, while others believe that it symbolizes rebirth. Very few people have really understood, let alone channeled the power of the Divine Dragon Spirit, and the only person who can control and release it freely is Li Qing.

He was a child when he first came to Shuoji Temple, claiming to have been chosen by the Divine Dragon and destined to use the power of the Divine Dragon. The aged monks saw the flash of the dragon's fire in this gifted child, but at the same time they felt his recklessness, arrogance, and possible disaster. Still, they took him as an apprentice—but while the other disciples were getting better, the elders kept him doing the work of washing dishes and mopping floors.

Li Qing began to become impatient. He wanted to fulfill his destiny and not waste his time on chores.

He sneaked into a hidden library and found a way to summon the spiritual realm in ancient texts, showing off his might in a martial arts class. He unleashed the dragon's wrath without hesitation, and with a single kick, he severely injured and paralyzed his full-stomached mentor. Remorseful, Li Qing was expelled from the monastery because of arrogance and embarked on the road of atonement alone.

Over the years, Li Qing has traveled to many far-flung places, mercifully helping those in need. Eventually, he made his way to Freljord, where he met Udil the Wildling, a man who could channel primordial spirit animals. This beast spirit walker was struggling to control several conflicting forces in his body at that time, so Li Qing also began to doubt whether he could really control the power of the divine dragon. The common need for spiritual guidance led to a friendship between the two. Li Qing then invited Udil to return to his homeland together.

When the two learn that the Noxian Empire has invaded and occupied Ionia, they are devastated. The monks of the various provinces all withdrew to the top of Hillana to defend the sacred monastery.

Li Qing and Udir found that the monastery was under heavy siege. The Noxian soldiers had broken through to the main hall of Hirana. Udir rushed into the battlefield without hesitation, while Li Qing hesitated, watching his former peers and elders fall under the Noxus sword. The wisdom of Shelana and Shuoji, and the time-honored culture of Ionia—all at stake.

He had no choice but to awaken the spirit of the dragon.

The flaming storm enveloped him, tongues of fire licking his skin and burning his eyes. Infowed with frenzied powers, he wreaked havoc on the intruder with a storm of punches and kicks, and the rebellious dragon grew brighter and hotter with each attack.

The monks won, but Li Qing's desperate gamble left the monastery in ruins, and his eyesight could never be restored. Finally, in the darkness of blindness, he finally understood that mortals could never conquer the majestic dragon spirit and force it to their own use. Physically and mentally burned, he tied a strip of cloth in front of his eyes, intending to touch the mountain road step by step.

But the surviving elders kept him, and their once-disgraced disciples had now given up all their thirst for power, and he could finally start over. While they would not forget his former arrogance, the monks proposed a way to atone for their sins: while the dragon's wrath was dangerous and unpredictable, the most humble and qualified mortal soul was able to counteract its violent nature and channel it from time to time.

Grateful to Li Qing and the monks rebuilt the monastery, and when the beast spirit walker returned to Freljord, Li Qing began to devote himself to the search for enlightenment.

Years after the war against Noxus, Li Qing continued to meditate as an Ionian monk. He knew that his home would have more trials to come, and that he must take control of himself, and the dragon spirit within him, in order to face any future events.

Leafy vines cling to the rocks with winding trees, and dense vegetation almost completely obscures the paths. The three men are sweating profusely, but the unknown treasure has been stirring the greed in their hearts. For the past six days, the jungle has been guarding its secrets. But now, they had seen the temple looming behind the bushes. The façade of the temple is embedded in a boulder jutting out of the ground, and the pedestal is surrounded by blooming red and blue flowers. In the gold niche sits a statue of dignity and a golden orchid wrapped around the eaves.

"See, Hota?" said Uren, "Didn't we tell you that the temple is real." ”

"As long as the treasure is real. Horta threw down his heavy axe and drew his freshly polished sword. "You two gambled your lives, remember?"

"Don't worry, Horta. Morta's cough was like a file: "This trip is done, you can buy the palace if you want." ”

"The best. Hold your sword steady, and whoever stands in your way will be killed. Horta said.

The three bandits approached the temple, their weapons reflecting the afterglow of the setting sun. Horta found that there were no protruding horns throughout the temple, and that each edge was not diagonally connected, but rather flowed together. When the group entered the temple, they were greeted by two magnificent Ionian whip willows. The sinuous trunks of the trees form an arch, and the snow-white bark of the trees seems to be painted.

"Why aren't there any guards?" he asked, as he walked inside.

At this point, his eyes were attracted to something, and the question was thrown aside. An inner chamber was carved out of the stone wall, dark and gloomy, like a tomb. The dome is carved in bas-relief, and each wall is covered with colored broken glass, depicting life and light that ripples like ripples. The ivory plate is engraved with an ancient fable of Shuoji, which rests on a carved bronze pillar. In the niche sunk into the wall stood a statue of a god made of black jade, covered in gems. On the pedestal made of porphyry and jadeite, there are statues of the martial emperors with gold edges, looking at the visitors condescendingly.

Horta sneered, "Take it, take it all." ”

Uren and Morta quickly put away their swords and excitedly opened their knapsacks. Sculptures, statues, gemstones...... As long as they touched something, they all rushed into it. The two of them ran around, dragging the treasure and shouting excitedly. Horta paced around the room, planning to do it both of them as soon as she got back to the city. Suddenly, he noticed that a statue had moved.

At first glance, Horta thought it was a clay statue of a warrior monk sitting cross-legged with his back to Horta, his hands resting on his knees. But he stood up and turned around. The gentle and smooth movements are as if a coiled snake spreads out. He was lean, muscular, with a pair of baggy old trousers underneath and a red silk handkerchief around his eyes. "There are still people. Horta stretched out his fingers, rubbing the skin on the hilt of his sword. "Okay, I'm trying to cut someone. ”

The warrior monk's head tilted to the side, as if listening to something. "Three. One has a sick lung, the other has a bad heart, and he won't live this year. ”

The invisible warrior monk turned his head. Even though the thick cloth was impossible to see, he stared straight at Horta.

"You have a spine injury that will kick you off in the winter, and it will make your body involuntarily lean to the left. ”

"What are you, prophet?" asked Horta, licking her lips nervously.

The warrior monk ignored his question and said, "I'm Li Qing. ”

"So what?" Horta asked.

"I'll give you a chance to put everything back. Then get out of here and never come back. Li Qing said.

"It's not your turn to call the shots, blind friend. Horta scraped the tip of her sword against the rocky ground. "There are three of us, and you don't even have a weapon. ”

Uren and Morta burst out laughing nervously. Although they were superior in numbers, they were still somewhat touched by the momentum of the warrior monks. Horta's other hand gestured, and the other two immediately dispersed, drew their scimitars, and surrounded the warrior monk.

"It's a holy place. Unsullied. Li Qing sighed sadly.

Horta nodded at his accomplice. "Spend this blind man on the sidelines. ”

Wuren took a step forward, and before he could settle down, Li Qing moved. It's like a dead clay sculpture, and in an instant it becomes a vague afterimage. His arms pulled out like whips, and the hard edge of his palm slashed at Uren's neck. With a crunch of bones, Uren fell to the ground, his head twisted into an extremely unnatural angle. Immediately after, Morta slashed with his sword, and Li Qing saw the opportunity to swing aside. Morta had a lot of strength, and his backhand was another sword, which grazed over Li Qing's head. Li Qing lay flat on the ground, rolled his body, parted his legs, and swept Morta's legs like a sickle. Morta fell to the ground, and the weapon flew far away on the stone floor. Li Qing rolled over and stood up, raised his foot and smashed Morta's sternum.

Fragments of ribs pierced into his fragile heart, and Morta let out a suffocating cry of pain. His rucksack fell to the ground, and the gems rolled around. His eyes bulged out in excruciating pain, like a stranded fish struggling to exhale its last breath.

"You're fast in the monks. Horta flicked a burst of sword sparks in the air. "But I'm not an idiot with a sword. ”

"Do you think you're fast?" asked Li Qing.

"I'm the best trained, not like those two idiots. Horta nodded at the corpse on the ground.

Li Qing didn't speak, and the two began to circle around. Horta observes the warrior monk, who is also tracking Horta's movements. The warrior monk's steps were light and accurate, but Horta felt more and more uncomfortable, and it seemed that with each passing second, his weakness would be exposed to the other party.

Finally, with a loud roar, he pounced on the warrior monk and unleashed a series of slashing stabs. Li Qing slid to the side and dodged lightly, as if it were a young leaf in the wind, avoiding Horta's unreserved attack. He kept swinging his sword, forcing Li Qing to retreat a little with each blow. But the warrior monk didn't even sweat a drop. His unmoved expression, his cloth-covered eyes, and his careless contempt deeply irritated Horta.

He adjusted himself. The bits and pieces of memories from the training, the anger in his chest at this moment, and every bit of power that can be evoked, all gathered together and slashed with a sword. The blade sliced through the air around the warrior monk, not hitting once.

Li Qing turned around and dodged, bent down his knees, and tensed his body.

"You're fast, and you're not bad at skill. "The muscles were throbbing all over his body. "But anger has blinded your reason, and it has consumed you and dragged you to death. ”

A trickle of energy began to gather around Li Qing, and Horta felt that the stone chamber was getting hotter and hotter. A swirling vortex enveloped the warrior monk, and Horta retreated in fear, her sword slipping from her hand. Li Qing's whole body trembled, as if he was struggling to control some kind of power that he couldn't contain. The sound of the wind in the stone chamber gradually turned into a roar.

"I'm sorry. I'll put it back. I'll put them all back!" Horta said.

Li Qing strode forward, and the storm of energy thrust him forward.