The short sword trembled ever so slightly in his hand—whether it was just his own Immortal Qi reacting or something more, Lin Mu couldn't tell.
But it felt right.
He stepped forward and gently let the old sword drift toward the sheath. Unlike the violent reactions with sabers or spears, this time the blade floated serenely, cradled in energy as soft as water. It passed into the Divine Sheath with grace—like a returning soul to its home.
The moment it entered, Lin Mu felt a sense of completeness.
He closed his eyes and extended his Immortal Sense to the sheath once more.
There it was—settled in a separate chamber of sorts. Unlike the sections nurturing Ocean Raker and Afternoon Pine, which brimmed with refining essence and rapid growth, this chamber was still. It was peaceful. The flow of energy within it wasn't demanding or shaping—it was healing.
"It's like you've made a cradle within a cradle," Lin Mu muttered.
He took a long breath, his gaze distant.
