This wasn't Sword Intent.
Hong Tianbao, the War Peak Lord, a man draped in the mane of a silver lion, felt a rare chill crawl down his spine.
He wiped the sweat off his forehead, his battle-hardened instincts screaming at him.
"Sword Fairy, what exactly did you teach your disciple?"
His voice was casual, but his gaze was sharp, wary.
Sword Intent was meant to cut.
But this?
This was destruction.
If Su Xiaobai was allowed to grow, no war strategy would be able to contain him.
Bai Yujian sat still, her beautiful face unreadable.
But inside?
Inside, she was suffering from a storm of emotions.
Confusion.
Surprise.
And something she hadn't felt in years—doubt.
The other Peak Lords pressed her for answers.
"What kind of training did you use?"
"Is this some hidden Sword Dao technique?"
Bai Yujian sighed softly and shook her head.
Then, she finally spoke her mind.
