Lin Feng showed his students and particularly Liu Yang what a real sword truly was.
The lesson lasted only five minutes in the outside world, yet to his students, it felt like an entire eternity.
Time itself seemed to stretch and slow, as though they were trapped within a boundless realm of sword intent.
Every heartbeat carried meaning. Every breath contained enlightenment.
It was as if they were standing before the origin of all swords, witnessing the birth of the blade and the path it had walked through countless eras.
They did not merely see a sword.
They felt it.
They felt its sharpness, its ruthlessness, its unwavering will to cut through all obstacles.
They felt its loneliness as it stood alone against the heavens, its pride as it pierced through destiny itself.
The beauty of the sword overwhelmed them, not in form, but in spirit.
Each of them gained something from this brief yet infinite lesson.
