The next morning, Han Li passed the Sword Wall, where disciples etched their best sword strikes for future generations.
Lu Chen, a promising core disciple, was showing off his new move: "Heaven-Splitting Azure Bloom."
A crowd had gathered. Lu Chen drew his blade and slashed.
A faint blue arc appeared on the Sword Wall. Polite claps followed.
"Not bad," an elder nodded. "Mid-tier Heaven-grade imprint."
Then Han Li walked by with his broom.
"Hey, janitor! Don't walk near the Wall," Lu Chen barked.
Han Li nodded. "My apologies."
As he turned, his broom tip brushed the wall accidentally.
ZZZZZHUM.
The entire Sword Wall glowed. Dozens of old sword marks were erased — replaced by a single flawless arc, glowing silver.
Silence. Mouths dropped.
An ancient voice boomed from within the wall:
> "This... This is Sword Dao Perfection."
Han Li sighed. "Must be a glitch."
He walked away. Behind him, the Sword Wall cracked.
And a hidden sword spirit whispered in awe, "He's back…"