A Sword That Freezes the Soul
Cultivator Tobias glanced at Shera, who sat there with visible satisfaction, then shifted his gaze toward the arena where the second Secret Sword Summit student had fully unleashed his sword intent.
The air itself felt heavier.
Sharp.
As if invisible blades were brushing against the skin.
"Fellow Cultivator Shera," Tobias said with a faint smile, his tone calm but probing, "your student's attainments in the Sword Path are quite impressive."
His eyes narrowed slightly.
"He must have inherited your true teachings, hm?"
Shera let out a low chuckle, clearly pleased.
"That's right."
He leaned back slightly, his posture relaxed, but his eyes remained fixed on the arena.
"This one is my second student. His talent is exceptional—especially his comprehension of the Sword Path."
There was no attempt to hide the pride in his voice.
"At such a young age, he has already reached three stars of the Astral Realm."
