Lin Mu's gaze sharpened instantly. His heart recognized what his mind already knew.
"A Peak Grade Immortal Sword…" he whispered.
Afternoon Pine and Ocean Raker trembled faintly in his hands, not in fear, but in recognition of a greater elder. The blade's presence was domineering, steady, and unyielding, as though it had stood guard over countless centuries.
Grand Elder Huo lifted the weapon with reverence, his lips curving into a fierce smile. His voice carried with it the affection of a warrior to a lifelong partner.
"My sword has not seen a proper battle in far too long," he said, his tone both proud and wistful. "But you, Lin Mu, have finally given it the chance."
He raised the weapon high, the silver edge gleaming like the dawn after a storm.
"Please meet—Solemn Sentinel."
The sword's name echoed like a vow. The heavens themselves seemed to bow in acknowledgment of the blade's might.
