Chapter 105: The Heart Worth Severing

"The tournament commences in exactly three months," Lord Zhao Shenming stated, his starry eyes unblinking. "What is your answer, Daoist Lin?"

Lin Yuan did not immediately reply. He slowly reached out, his fingers wrapping around the teacup resting on the table between them. He lifted it to his lips and took a measured sip of the fragrant tea. As the warm liquid slid down his throat, his thoughts immediately went back to mere moments ago, when he had released his Late Stage Nascent Soul aura, and how Lord Zhao had effortlessly quenched it with nothing but the mundane gesture of placing down his own teacup.

Spirit Severing! Lin Yuan's mind echoed, the sheer might and majesty of that realm cementing itself in his understanding.