The path into the Hawk Eye Sword Sect wound through well-maintained courtyards and orderly buildings. Though the sect was smaller in size compared to the great temples and palaces of empires, there was a sense of discipline and sharpness that stood out immediately.
"Please follow me," the disciple said with a respectful tone, his posture straight and footsteps steady.
As they walked deeper, Meng Bai continued to look around with awe. The road beneath their feet was not ordinary stone—it had fine sword-shaped patterns engraved into it. Every few meters, the carvings changed shape, forming long patterns like flowing calligraphy.
"These roads are sword training paths," the disciple explained, catching Meng Bai's curiosity. "Every disciple in the sect walks them daily. They help develop footwork, rhythm, and sword intent awareness."
"Sword intent through walking?" Meng Bai blinked. "That's new."
