In another room, Lin Xuan sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes tightly shut, continuously recalling and comprehending the power between life and death. The Nameless Divine Sword lay quietly at his side.
The Ancestral Stone's power of balance—or rather, inclusiveness—along with the occasional trace of the Way of Life and Death's aura revealed by Jiang Yinyin, gave Lin Xuan the feeling of sudden enlightenment, as though clouds had parted to reveal the sun.
If a great expert of the Revolving Wheel Realm had been nearby, they would have sensed traces of Qi of Life and Qi of Death constantly cycling and alternating within Lin Xuan's body.
Even amid the transition between life and death, there seemed to be a faint hint of reincarnation.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, Lin Xuan's eyes flew open, and sword intent instantly filled the entire room, only to quickly vanish without a trace.
"Rustle, rustle!"
Just then, light footsteps sounded outside, followed by a knock on Lin Xuan's door.
"Knock, knock! Knock, knock!"
"Lord Sword Saint, have you retired for the night?"
A gentle female voice came from outside. Lin Xuan calmly lowered his gaze, lightly closed his eyes, and spoke softly.
"Come in. Miss Jiang Xue, you have come to see me so late at night. Is there something important?"
Jiang Xue entered the room and saw Lin Xuan sitting there with his eyes closed, seemingly cultivating. Her face flushed slightly.
Jiang Xue had clearly dressed herself with great care. Beneath her green gown was a pale purple gauze robe. Her brows and eyes were picturesque, her skin fairer than frost and snow, while a faint blush lingered on her face, whether from nervousness or some other reason.
Moonlight streamed through the window and fell upon her, as though draping her in a silver veil,