While Lin Mu was pondering on his Sword Dao, the disciples of the sect were pondering on something else entirely these past few weeks.
By the thirtieth day, the Sword Rankings had become less of a leaderboard and more of a shrine.
The disciples of the Xian Sword Sect—inner court, core disciples, and even a few robed elders with too much free time—now made routine pilgrimages to the Hall of Achievements. Every time they entered, their eyes went straight to the largest section of the wall: the Puppet Sparring Rankings.
And there it was.
A name now etched in jade-gold script that pulsed faintly with immortal light:
Lin Mu — Rank 1 on all Sword Style Rankings (Sixth Stage)
"Who is he!?"
That question had become the most repeated phrase in the sect in the last few weeks. From outer court kitchens to the mountain-top tea pavilions, the name Lin Mu had spread like a wildfire on a windy summer day.
They called him many things.
"The Sword Phantom."
"The Blade Ghost of Sky Sever."
