Kyrian walked through the stone corridor with slow and deliberate steps, as if each movement were a way of absorbing once again the air of the Verdant Sword Sect.
The cutting wind of the Great Cutting Leaf Formation blew against his body, but it no longer bothered him. On the contrary, it was like an old acquaintance welcoming him back. He felt the sharp Qi present in each breeze, brushing against his skin like familiar blades, and it brought a strange sense of belonging.
As he walked, images of the past surfaced in his mind without him being able to stop them. The first time he had arrived there, still as a youth from the entrance test, alongside Yanyu and the little Luz.
The Leaf Sword Pavilion that he had destroyed by accident when absorbing the ancestral sword intent. The duel against Mo Tianhai, where he not only won but also helped the other understand his own intent.
