Meng Bai looked at Lin Mu, brows furrowed slightly. "Is that what you're after? Something in those Sacred Grounds?"
"There's something I must understand," Lin Mu said quietly. "And I believe I can only find the path forward in a place that has condensed thousands of years of Sword Dao. It may not give me the answer directly… but it might lead me to it."
The wind swept past them then, bringing with it a faint, whispering resonance. It felt like sword chants drifting on the air—faint and ancient.
The mountain watched silently.
And perhaps, the Grand Elder, from his distant post in the Grand Hall, already knew that another sword had come to knock on the door of destiny.
As the winds settled and the mist began to curl lazily around their ankles, the Inner Court disciple led the trio toward the entrance of the residence.
