Hamar and Mo Huai vanished in a puff of miasma, a technique of Mo Huai's. They left Qi Lan in the meeting room.
She watched them leave and sighed, "Let's hope those boys will learn a little," she turned around and looked up, closing her eyes, "let's hope that disciple of his was wrong...we don't have much time."
She tapped her foot on the ground and behind her a purple orb of light appeared from the ground. It pulsated warm light and spoke, "Master, what may I do for you?"
Qi Lan opened her eyes and turned around, as she walked forward she spoke, "Call me Sect Leader. If possible the real him, if not you can send a projection. Bring it to the Universal Meeting room."
"Yes Master, I shall activate the All-Formation. Sect Leader shall be called, shall I call the rest?
"No...I'll let him do the rest, he'll understand what I mean." Qi Lan strode out the door. As she did, she twisted the door knob and the outside world shifted.
The door became a portal which she stepped through and left the purple wisp to work. The wisp waited for a few moments before it stopped pulsating and contacted the main spirit.
Wisps within Qi Lan's formations all are emanations of the main spirit, who have much higher intelligence; close to herself.
"Main spirit. Master had informed us to use the All-Formation and contact Sect Leader!"
The main spirit did not talk, it communicated with pure mending. The purple wisp pulsated in a way that was seen as a bow, "I will leave now!"
***
Mo Huai and Hamar appeared back above the sky in Solar Lands. Above the city Hou had established, Hamar was the first to speak, "So how has the aura research been going?"
Mo Huai looked down at the city and twisted his hand, as he did miasma formed a tunnel from which Hamar could see the citizens up close.
"We're gotten a good amount of aura, a few minor breakthroughs. Though none have gotten close to your power..."
Hamar put his hand upon his master's shoulder, "Not everyone is a genius, like me."
Mo Huai scoffed, "Any tips?"
Hamar dropped his smirk, "It's about comprehension. Much like with cultivation, they need to comprehend their conduit. For those like me, it may be swordsmanship. Though for others they may choose to do it with painting or gardening or anything..."
Hamar summoned his Sword Soul, he moved it lightly through the air. To Mo Huai it looked like a simple move but it had a huge amount of comprehension behind it.
He continued, "And I only have them a basic technique. I won't expose everything but the technique I cultivate is higher ranked than the one that I taught others."
Mo Huai looked up, "So it's just a matter of waiting, huh. I'll inform them about what you said about comprehension."
Hamar took in a deep breath, "Round up all those practicing aura. I'll try to show them a portion of my personal comprehension. It won't do too much if they don't also follow the path of swordsmanship, but...it's better than nothing."
Mo Huai nodded, "I will...will it be...destructive?"
Hamar chuckled, "Best to bring them far away from the city, ha ha"
Mo Huai smiled, "Do you need time to prepare?" He put his hand on Hamar's shoulder, "Don't push yourself, let us deal with Yi Sect. You said you need to be there for the finale, for now we can do it. Prepare yourself well, but don't strain..."
Hamar nodded, "I won't...thank you."
***
A few months later,
An older gentlemen, wearing trousers and shirt. He had scars on his face, his hand was calloused and tough.
His hair was white, and on his hip was a longsword. He kept his hand hovered over the pommel of his sword as he looked up.
"Captain..." He was one of the original guards of the city, and one of the first to ever be taught aura. He had a good talent in swordsmanship but did not focus on it until the cultivators came and protected the city.
Following his eyesight, stop a large stone podium was Hamar. He looked extremely young yet even still, he could recognize him.
"William, are you fine?" A younger boy walked up to the elderly guard. He had noticed his mentor nearly crying and went up to see if he was well.
William liked down and ruffled the boys hair, "I'm fine boy. That man up there is your grandmaster, he is the one that taught me what I know. It's been a few decades and I look like this and he looks younger than ever...haha." he had a bittersweet smile as he talked.
The boy looked up to Hamar, observing his youthful body. He looked at his mentor credulously, "Him?! No way, look how young he is?!"
William made a fist and hit the boy gently on the head, "Look at those cultivators you young'uns like so much, they look young, don't they? But they're all probably hundreds of years old, why can't he too..."
The boy held his head, "Yeah but they're...they're magical! He's just like us, isn't he? He's a swordsman!"
William shook his head and knelt down, "Have you not seen us 'mere' swordsman? We can do miracles just like those cultivators! You've seen me cut into mountains, stop rivers, cut through lakes, you've seen it all!"
The boy avoided eye contact, and puffed his cheeks, "But that isn't the same thing..."
William sighed, "You will see the pinnacle of swordsmanship. Come, get on my shoulders. Watch carefully now..."
The boy climbed on William's shoulders and looked up, "okay..."
William stood up carefully, making sure to get himself a good view too, "Pay attention now, boy. He's to start soon enough."
***
Hamar stood on the massive stone podium created by the cultivator guards sent by his Master. Mo Huai was busy with some sort of meeting, he was by himself.
He watched as the swordsman he taught came in through portals that the cultivators had made. He watched new and old, all come together.
He closed his eyes and coughed lightly, then he stepped up. He stood in the centre of a formation Qi Lan had built, it would project his voice out loud.
"..." He took a deep breath, "Hello..."