Xuanyu walked over to him and handed him the wine gourd. "Want a sip?"
Lin Hao shook his head, his voice somewhat heavy. "Master, am I... going to be alone again?"
Xuanyu looked at him. Before others, this young emperor was already a towering, imposing figure. But now, he revealed the deep longing for family and a trace of vulnerability befitting his age.
"You foolish boy." Xuanyu sighed, his voice unusually gentle. "You've never been alone. You have your parents, your master, your senior sister, those three silly girls, and all your mentors and friends in the Sword Sect and the academy. You're the Sword Emperor now, and you're also the hope and pillar of countless people."
He placed a hand on Lin Hao's shoulder, conveying his steadfast strength. "A brief parting is for the sake of a better reunion. Make the most of your time and grow stronger. When you're strong enough, nothing will ever be able to separate you again, and no one will be able to threaten the people you care about."
Lin Hao took a deep breath, suppressing the sorrow of parting and the faint uncertainty in his chest. He turned around, his gaze once more sharp and resolute.
"I understand, Master."
"Come on, back to training." Xuanyu turned and headed toward the Sword Emperor Pavilion. "I'll supervise you personally. Before the Human Race Grand Council three months from now, you must break through to the Legendary Realm! Otherwise, don't call yourself my disciple, Xuanyu. You'd disgrace me!"
Lin Hao watched his master's retreating figure, the corner of his mouth lifting into a faint, resolute smile.
"Yes, Master!"
Three days later, Blue Star, Xia Kingdom, Cloud Mist Mountain.
The afternoon sunlight filtered through scattered clouds, falling gently over the quiet villa district. After the upheaval and