In the grand hall of the Sword Sect.

All eyes were focused like spotlights on the young figure seated at the head.

He wore the sect master's robe embroidered with golden sword dragons, the dark fabric accentuating his refined features. His black hair was tied up with a white jade crown, leaving only two strands falling over his shoulders.

The "Wind Tribulation" sword, which had once severed the clone of the Illuminating Dragon, was suspended on the stone wall behind him. The ancient cracks on the scabbard faintly exuded a chill, silently narrating the master's illustrious battle merits.