Elyon watched as the mysterious man in front of him did something beyond his comprehension.
And to top it all off, Lin Mu had done it with a single gesture—as though peeling a curtain from a window.
"That's not just spatial manipulation," Elyon muttered, almost to himself. "That's… dominance."
He stared at Lin Mu now, not as a talented cultivator, not even as an elite of the Xian Sword Sect—but as something else.
Something that stood above what the world considered normal.
'Who is this man?'
Elyon's thoughts surged like a storm.
'He's no mere disciple. That control… that power… that calm. His sword intent was terrifying, but now… now I see that was just one facet. That body of his withstood Earth Flame like it was a hot spring. Now he's ripping into spatial folds with his bare hands. What kind of monster have I joined hands with?'
And yet, he felt not just fear but also… awe.
Gratitude, even.
Because this was a man you followed—not one you fought.
