"I'm leaving."
With a wave at Ye Lin, Heavenly Blade Sage's figure vanished completely from the hall.
Only after he had left did Ye Lin carefully examine the innate spirit treasure before him, Divine Evolution.
Ye Lin lowered his head to look at the sword in his palm, his gaze narrowing slightly.
The blade was entirely silver-white—not the dazzling sheen of bright silver, but a tranquil, cold silver faintly tinged with blue.
It was as though the thinnest layer had been shaved from the full moon hanging over an icy plain at midnight in deep winter, then melted into the metal.
A dark golden pattern ran straight down the center of the sword's spine to its tip. Whenever the light shifted, it occasionally flashed with a faint dark gleam, like sunlight gliding across the scales of a hidden Dragon as it turned over.
The blade was half a finger narrower than an ordinary Long Sword, yet three parts wider than a flexible sword—lean but not flimsy, every inch of its curve flowing like a stream of silver-white water frozen in place.
Its edge was so thin it was nearly transparent; viewed from the side, it resembled an ice crystal whose form had been fixed just before melting.
The crossguard had been forged into two slightly spread silver wings, their tips curling upward like the ends of a bird's wings in flight. Between them was set a transparent crystal.
Within it was sealed a drop of silver liquid, drifting slowly through the crystal. Every movement made the clear radiance along the blade ripple faintly, like fine scale-like glimmers rising on a lake stirred by the wind.
The hilt was made of silverwood, its grain fine as twisted threads. It felt faintly warm in his grip, as though an exceedingly weak heartbeat