Kyrian climbed the great stone stairway with calm and steady steps.
Each step was wide, ancient, and marked by countless sword marks and cutting energy left over the years by the disciples who trained there. The wind of the Cutting Leaf formation blew strongly, carrying a sharp air that made clothes ripple. For Kyrian, now at the peak of the Qi Liberation Realm, that wind was no longer bothersome. It was familiar. Almost comforting.
He was not in a hurry.
As he climbed, he felt the gazes upon him. Internal disciples passing by stopped abruptly, widening their eyes as they recognized the simple black robe, the green-leaf sword emblem on his chest, and, above all, the green eyes with sword-shaped pupils.
"It's him…"
"Kyrian… the former direct disciple of leader Feng Yuan…"
"He really came back…"
