The blade's path seemed unremarkable, yet a hidden cadence rippled out like drifting clouds after summer rain, precisely the first motion of the Flowing Cloud salvaged from the Sword Sect's fallen shrine.
The elder's eyes flared bright, banishing their haze. His breath caught.
"Excellent, truly the Flowing Cloud form!"
"You have only sampled its surface," he said, awe twining with delight, "But the spirit is faultless, better than Lyra has yet managed."
Lyra puffed her cheeks in quiet protest yet offered no rebuttal; the verdict rang true.
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