His cultivation accelerated his physical maturation.
By the time he stabilized his new realm, his voice had deepened slightly, his limbs lengthened further, and the childish roundness in his face faded into the early sharpness of adulthood. Despite being only eleven, he looked closer to fifteen or sixteen—lean, strong, and honed like a blade.
Some disciples no longer believed he was the same child who had joined the sect years prior. Some even avoided his gaze entirely.
Jian noticed, but didn't care.
He hadn't come here to make friends.
His next step was clear:
9th Realm — Spirit Severing.
A realm feared even by adults.
But he was already preparing.