Elyon gave a short nod and vanished into the mist.
The next morning, the Patriarch of the Xian Sword Sect arrived with Grand Elder Huo. The two descended in solemn silence, their robes fluttering softly in the wind.
They bowed deeply to Lin Mu, their respect unhidden.
"Child, your actions have brought glory not only to our sect but to the entire realm," the Patriarch said. "But I fear the price you paid was too steep."
Lin Mu smiled faintly. "It was necessary, Patriarch."
The Saintess stepped forward then, addressing them calmly. "There is no need for concern. His body is only weakened temporarily. With time, he will recover fully."
The Lotus Spirit nodded in agreement. "He is under my care. The life essence of the lotus will restore what was lost."
The Patriarch exhaled in relief. "Then this old man's heart can rest easy."
He bowed once more, and with the Grand Elder, he departed.
