With Yanqing's flying sword in hand, everyone quickened their pace again.
Following the flying sword, they soon found Yanqing.
They took a boat from the ferry terminal and found the genius swordsman on Dragonprayer Terrace.
After arriving, they saw Yanqing standing with his back to them on the terrace, seemingly gazing out over the Lunarescent Scalegorge Ocean. In midair, countless flying swords circled and spun, as though forming a tornado of converging sword light.
It certainly made for an imposing spectacle.
But for the few aboard the Astral Express who were used to grand sights, it fell a little short.
Though the flying swords filling the sky were wondrous, their impact could not compare to the edge of that single strike that cleaved the heavens, nor the grandeur of the sea parting with a wave of a hand.
Still, Yanqing was only a child. Comparing him to sights like those seemed a little unfair...
Wait... Little Fish did not seem all that old either...
The optimistic spirit of the Nameless was at work. Just one idle association was enough to send March and Stelle's minds wandering.
They quickly shook those strange thoughts from their heads before following the others toward Yanqing.
"Why... are there so many swords on Dragonprayer Terrace?" Sushang asked.
"It must be an illusion created by the Heliobus," Little Gui said. "Hey, where's that bell fellow from the other day? Hurry and get him out for a shake. Let's see if we can talk to Yanqing while he's trapped in the illusion."
"An illusion?" No sooner had Little Gui finished than Yanqing turned around. "Since you can all see it, doesn't that mean you've fallen into the illusion too?"
With that, Yanqing shook his head, a confident smile still on his face. "No need to panic. In