The disciples broke into applause, some stunned, others deeply inspired. Many had tears in their eyes—not from fear or awe, but from the clarity that Lin Mu's presence had brought to their own confused paths.
After the lecture, a dozen core disciples requested guidance. Lin Mu gave a few pointers, helping correct their stances or explaining subtle flaws in their intent. Though he did not remain long, the seeds he planted were already beginning to grow in the minds of those who had witnessed his art.
As the sun began to descend toward the horizon, Lin Mu walked back with Meng Bai, who was unusually quiet.
"That… was incredible," Meng Bai finally said. "I've never felt sword intent like that."
"You will one day," Lin Mu replied calmly. "Your Spear path is your own, but I'll help you where I can."
"I want to understand those truths too," the boy said with renewed determination.
