Kyrian walked through the streets of the Sky Caravan with a slight feeling of anticipation in his chest. It was not anxiety but expectation, an important difference that he had learned to recognize throughout his journey.
Anxiety made someone fear the outcome, worry about what could go wrong, and imagine scenarios of failure. Expectation, on the other hand, made someone want to discover it and feel the excitement of the unknown and the joy of what was to come.
And Kyrian was genuinely curious.
After several days of watching Sun Luguo work, studying the principles of spiritual forging, and absorbing every explanation from the old blacksmith like a sponge absorbing water, the moment had finally arrived. He would cease to be merely an observer.
Today, he would forge his first spiritual weapon, not merely an ordinary blade, but something that would carry his essence, his energy, and his identity as a cultivator.
