Sui Yi struggled to regulate her breathing and said, "I only managed thanks to Zhanquan."
"No need to be so modest," Master Jianquan said, shaking his head. "In five years—no, in three—your name will be engraved on the Sword Pavilion."
On the perilous cliffs of the Sword Pavilion, filled with Haotian's Gang Wind and unreachable by mortals, stood a Meteorite Stone. It was merged with the mountain, immensely sturdy, and only Candle Cloud Cultivators could leave their marks upon it. To ascend the Sword Pavilion and carve one's name there was a unique honor and aspiration, exclusive to those of the Candle Cloud realm.
"However," Master Jianquan paused, "not now..."
The last word still drifting in the wind, Master Jianquan's figure vanished.
A sudden, primal instinct jolted Sui Yi, and she thrust the Yinghuo Sword horizontally before her.
