A Primeira Espada Eterna
Ao despertar do sono, o jovem prova seu caminho com a espada. Empunhando uma espada, não importa se são celestiais imortais ou espectros terrestres, todos serão ceifados com um único golpe. Se não for
The sixth year of the Tianqi era.
Before the mountain gate of the Sword Sect, the Hundred-Mile Gallery was packed with a crowd like swarming ants.
Though vast in number, they queued in an orderly fashion, a structured harmony within the chaos.
Near the end of the gallery closest to the gate stood a wide table of green wood, upon which several sheets of white paper were neatly arranged.
Lu Bo held a brush between his fingers, idly tapping it against the tabletop out of sheer boredom.
The Sword Sect's triennial disciple recruitment assembly was drawing near. Trivial tasks like recording the details of the applicants naturally fell upon fourth-generation disciples like him, whose cultivation was mediocre and experience shallow.
Hearing approaching footsteps, Lu Bo gripped his brush with practiced ease and, without raising his head, asked, "Name?"
"Lin Fei."
"Where are you from?"
"I don't remember."
"???"
Hearing this response, Lu Bo frowned. Without moving his head, he cast a sideways glance at the newcomer.
The youth was dressed entirely in white from head to toe, exuding a quiet and aloof aura.
His voice was low and resonant, carrying the weight of someone exceptionally composed.
Yet, he was remarkably young, a boy whose appearance seemed entirely at odds with the temperament suggested by his attire and voice.
His eyes, in particular, reflected an extreme calmness—bordering even on indifference.
After a quick glance,