Jian Wushen also bowed, his posture rigid once more. "Disciple Jian Wushen greets the Ancestor."
The Ancestor looked at them, his eyes resting on Su Ming for a long moment. He gave a quiet nod.
"Su Ming, we meet again," the Ancestor said, his voice quiet but clear.
"It is this disciple's honor to see the Ancestor again and receive his guidance," Su Ming replied.
"I hope you have heard about the arrangements from the Sect Master," the Ancestor said. "I am departing the sect soon for a mission. Before I go, I wanted to see your sword path. I am glad you came."
"This disciple is grateful for the Ancestor's kindness," Su Ming said.
The Ancestor turned his gaze to the Dragon Emperor Sword sheathed at Su Ming's waist.
"Jian Wushen is my direct successor," the Ancestor said, gesturing toward him. "He has walked the sword path for years. But your path is different. You have forged your own path. It is a path that deserves to be seen."
