Just as the last elder of Bai Clan stepped back, a tall figure in regal purple robes approached, his posture upright and his eyes carrying a noble sharpness.
The Third Prince of the Desolate Heaven Empire, Yu Wenzhao, exuded a calm and composed aura—one befitting imperial blood.
His lips curled into a polite smile as he stopped before Bai Zihan.
"Happy birthday, Young Master Bai!"
He said, offering a long, narrow case made of dark ironwood, etched with cloud patterns and the royal crest.
"This is but a token of appreciation from me."
Bai Zihan accepted it calmly and opened the case.
Inside rested a finely forged Low Earth-grade sword, its blade sheathed in a deep blue scabbard, subtle runes flickering along the surface like flowing water under moonlight.
Yu Wenzhao gestured toward it lightly.
"The sword is named Clearflow. Forged in the inner halls of the Imperial Arsenal and tempered with glacial steel from the Northern Abyss."
