Tie Muqiu's fingers trembled slightly as she pressed them against her chest, feeling the steady pulse of Yun Lintian's energy merging with her own. It was warm—unnervingly so—like sunlight piercing through the cold iron of her resolve.
She turned her gaze to the statue of her father, Tie Mutian, the legendary blacksmith whose weapons had carved their names into the annals of history. The White Dragon Spear, the Heaven Piercing Sword, the seven elemental blades—each one had been wielded by Yun Lintian in his rise to power.
And now, because of her father's legacy, Yun Lintian stood before her, refusing to let her go.
"I am forever grateful to Senior Tie," Yun Lintian said, his voice firm yet carrying an undercurrent of something deeper. "Without his weapons, I would have fallen countless times in my journey. The White Dragon Spear pierced through the heavens for me. The Heaven Piercing Sword cut down gods. The seven elemental swords shielded me from calamity."
