The garden remained tranquil, with only the sound of leaves rustling faintly as the breeze drifted through the ancient tree overhead.
The Sword Venerable sat peacefully upon the stone bench.
At this moment, his expression was calm. There was no fear or resentment, only the serenity of someone who had already witnessed enough of heaven and earth.
After a long period of silence, his gaze slowly shifted toward Tian Yun.
The old man's cloudy eyes softened slightly, a smile returning on his aged face.
Seeing that smile, Tian Yun unconsciously straightened his back.
For a brief moment, he felt as if he had returned to the distant past, back when he first entered the Kunlun Divine Mountain.
The Sword Venerable chuckled softly.
"You know, when I first met you, you were still just a little brat, not even a hundred years old."
Tian Yun's expression froze slightly, a hint of remembrance flashing through his eyes.
