[You watched the Second Master, radiant as moonlight, destroy and refine his physical body until only a Yang Spirit remained.]
[That Yang Spirit walked the world, unafraid of the blazing sun, biting gales, roaring thunder, or the encroachment of the Five Elements.]
[Within the moonlit Yang Spirit glimmered flecks of gold, like a rising sun whose boundless light did not dazzle the eyes.]
[The Second Master was a splendid young man dressed in white, like a pear tree in bloom within a courtyard. His hair was tied high, his black ponytail swayed lightly, and cinnabar-red jade adorned his brow. Beneath sword-shaped brows, his star-bright eyes held no naked edge, only a calm detachment.]
[The appearance of a Yang Spirit was fixed when its cultivation began. Judging by the Second Master's youthful form, he must have entered the Tenth Realm long ago.]
[The Demon Master's gaze turned curious. He had met the Second Master before, but the man had appeared middle-aged then. This was his first time seeing him like this.]
[Master Lotus Pond pressed his palms together and sighed. "Benefactor Yu'an, more than two cycles of sixty years have passed since we parted at the Buddhist Sect."]
[Reminiscence crossed the old monk's face. "Back then, you entered the Buddhist Sect alone with one sword, looking just as you do now. You struck the temple bell with your sword. I was only a young novice under my master, peering out from behind him."]
["Benefactor Yu'an, your sword never left its sheath. Yet the Sacred Sect's eighteen Buddhist disciples did not even dare attack before admitting defeat."]
["Meeting you again today, I am now the head of the Buddhist hall, but I still dare not face the sword in your hand."]
[Lotus Pond spoke the truth. Even facing the Master had not