Chapter 13: Training [1]
After breakfast, the family split up for their respective training routines.
Huan Lianhua took Yu Lingluo away with a few soft words and a mischievous smile.
Meanwhile, Yu Changming silently motioned for Yu Xuan to follow.
They walked in silence through a narrow corridor, sunlight streaming through the tall crystal windows. The polished marble beneath their feet echoed softly with each step.
Eventually, they arrived at the exclusive training arena reserved for the Clan Head.
Yu Xuan had been here once before — as a very bored child who had quietly watched his father sit in meditation for hours before sneaking off to nap under a peach tree.
Now, it felt very different.
The room was vast and pristine, its walls a smooth white stone that shimmered faintly with spiritual engravings. The ceiling arched high above, creating a sense of both space and depth.
Along the right wall stood rows of weapons — neatly arranged racks holding swords, spears, halberds, sabers, short blades, scythe even stranger tools like large needles and curved throwing knives.
But most prominently... swords. Dozens of them.
Yu Xuan’s gaze lingered on a sleek black sword near the center of the rack. It gleamed faintly like starlight.