After confirming it was the Sword Qi unleashed by Liou Yuan, there was no need to stay any longer, and everyone left into the night.
Only Liou Yuan remained, standing upright over the river, slowly closing his eyes and savoring the profoundness of that recent strike.
As the night deepened, the figure of the young man merged with the moonlight and the Sword Qi swirling around him, becoming one.
He had never given a name to his Sword Qi, but today, with the insight from that strike, he came up with a fitting idea.
Suddenly, he lifted his head, gazed into the profound darkness of the night sky, and gently whispered, "Let's call it Cyan Nether!"
"Nether" suggests the meaning of deep and mysterious, as if the sharpness of Liou Yuan's recent strike could pierce through the void, reaching the netherworld.
Splashes! Ripples arose on the river's surface, and Liou Yuan also left.
He needed to return to his abode and deeply appreciate the understanding from that strike.
