As Lin Mu descended from Mount Sky Sever and returned to the sect, a wave of spiritual pressure preceded him.
Though faint and restrained, it was enough to make many of the gathered disciples and elders lift their heads, spines straightening instinctively. Word had already spread that Lin Mu had emerged from the Path of the Sealed Swords—but no one expected what followed next.
Three years.
Three full years.
That was how long he had been gone. The longest anyone had ever remained within the path was one year, and most completed their trials within a few months. The very idea that someone could last three years was beyond belief. It made Lin Mu feel like an immortal legend walking among them—and not without reason.
As Lin Mu walked into the main hall of the Sword Discourse Pavilion, the Grand Elder Huo, Elder Yan Dao, and several High Elders had already assembled. Even some elders who had long secluded themselves made an appearance, such was the gravity of this return.
