One of the disciples smiled. "You'll get used to the sword intent, honored guest. It may be a little overwhelming at first for those unacquainted with it, but your body will adapt."
Meng Bai grimaced. "I hope it adapts before I cough up my liver."
Lin Mu gave a slight chuckle and looked around. "The sword intent here is rich and sharp. It should be beneficial. With some effort, it can temper your meridians and refine your Qi flow."
The disciple guiding them nodded appreciatively. "Indeed. Our sect trains in the midst of sword Qi for this very reason. Those who cannot endure it are not suited for the Way of the Sword."
As they flew deeper in, the surroundings changed again.
Now, they entered a mountainous region where clusters of structures clung to the hillsides. Hundreds of buildings—training halls, disciple residences, weapon forges, and meditation caves—were arranged in disciplined, spiraling patterns around several peaks.
This was the Outer Court of the Xian Sword Sect.
