For a few breaths, all that remained on the floating platform was stunned silence—save for the rustle of the wind and the trembling hearts of hundreds of disciples.
Lin Mu stood on the raised dais, stunned.
Completely, utterly stunned.
He had expected many things upon joining this tournament—perhaps to test his skills, perhaps to witness new sword styles, perhaps even to sharpen his mind before attempting the Path of Sealed Swords.
But this?
Him? The examiner?
His brows furrowed, his gaze sweeping to Elder Yan Dao, then to the Grand Elder seated on the high platform. "…You must be mistaken," he said at last, voice calm but clearly conflicted. "Surely there are many more well-qualified, more experienced individuals than myself. I am a guest, and hardly one suited for such a responsibility."
The Grand Elder let out a low, rumbling laugh, his massive sleeves brushing the stone table before him. "And yet, Lin Mu, here you are."
More gasps followed.
