Yan Dao chuckled again. "Let him climb. If he's daring enough to test every sword style in the Puppet Hall and break records one after another… then perhaps…"
He trailed off, but Yi Feiyan finished the thought aloud.
"…then perhaps he's ready for the Path of Sealed Blades."
A deep, humming silence followed the statement.
The Path of Sealed Blades.
A place far beyond the regular puppet halls. A trial ground hidden within Mount Sky Sever itself. A location where sword intents of ancient immortals were sealed within eternal puppets—where the boundary between training and true life-and-death combat blurred.
Yan Dao turned, his sleeves fluttering slightly with immortal qi.
"Let's see how he performs in the tournament. If he shows what I think he will…"
"…then we'll open the path," Yi Feiyan finished, nodding.
Back in the private Puppet Hall, Lin Mu stood with a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek, eyes focused, sword lowered as another puppet fell.
