Upon hearing this, the phantom of the Sword Ancestor Wuduan stood there, silent for a long while.
Yuehan Venerable then summoned Venerable Xuansheng. After the latter paid his respects, he took out a Shadow-Tracing Glazed Vessel and placed it in the great hall.
As streams of Zhen Xuan power flowed into it, the back of a slender female cultivator gradually materialized.
Seeing that somewhat slight figure again, Yuehan Venerable's eyes softened with tender light.
No matter when he looked at her, his disciple was always so reassuring.
"Hmm? This..."
The Sword Ancestor Wuduan had never met Zhuang Xuanji, yet merely upon seeing her back, he could already sense how extraordinary she was.
The Shadow-Tracing Glazed Vessel was a magical treasure. Its quality and effects were far beyond those of ordinary image-recording artifacts.
Though what appeared at this moment was only Zhuang Xuanji's phantom, the aura it gave off was no different from that of the real person.
"This woman is the Number One Under Heaven that Green Bamboo mentioned—your disciple?"
The Sword Ancestor Wuduan stared fixedly at Zhuang Xuanji's back, the astonishment in his eyes impossible to conceal.
"That's right. She is my disciple, Xuanji."
Yuehan Venerable nodded with a light laugh, his smile brimming with pride.
The Sword Ancestor Wuduan fell silent for a moment before shaking his head with a sigh. "Truly, each generation brings forth talents anew. I never expected that such a peerless genius, born in answer to the Dao itself, could truly emerge in later ages. This old man's eyes have been opened."
This Old Ancestor, one of Meishan's Three Swords, had reached the very peak of the Great Venerable realm in life. He was a heroic figure who had weathered great storms and towering waves, and ultimately faced the heavenly ascension lightning tribulation head-on.