Neither Student nor Companion
Fiona carefully stood behind Hektor and secretly sized up Leon from the corner of her eye, her eyes filled with admiration.
The aftermath of the battle still lingered in the air.
Broken mountains stretched across the distance like scars left behind by heaven itself. Sword intent still drifted through the wind, sharp enough to make ordinary cultivators shiver unconsciously. The golden light of the setting sun poured across the ruined battlefield, bathing Leon's figure in a faint divine glow.
Only now did Fiona truly understand just how terrifying Leon was.
Before today, she had merely heard rumors about the young master of Amethyst Summit Division. Some called him mysterious, others called him unfathomable, while many simply praised his extraordinary swordsmanship.
But rumors were only rumors.
Seeing it personally was completely different.
That sword earlier…
Even now, when she recalled it, her breathing became slightly uneven.
