"Lady Morgana Noir," Daoist Sword Immortal breathed the name, his voice a mere shadow of its usual resonance, weighted with a mix of reverence and uncertainty.
The woman who had haunted his dreams since the earliest days of his journey in the Qi Gathering Realm, whose enigmatic presence had guided him along the winding path of destiny.
"Are you truly here, Lady Morgana? Did you orchestrate all of this?" Daoist Sword Immortal questioned aloud, his voice echoing in the cavernous silence of the arena.
Yet, his inquiry was met with naught but an eerie absence of response, as if the very air itself held its breath in anticipation of her enigmatic presence.
What puzzled him most was the role she had played in shaping his journey, the unseen hand that had steered him toward his current path, even aiding him in uncovering the long-lost inheritance of the Daoist Nine Heavens Supreme.
