Seeing Luis accept the flying sword, Yang Linyuan stroked his beard with a satisfied smile. "This flying sword has no name yet. Fellow Daoist Luis, why not give it one?"
Luis glanced at the blade, its radiant rainbow light shimmering under the reflection of Linghu Lake's waters. After a moment's thought, he said, "With its colorful glow, why not call it the Rainbow Sword?"
"Rainbow Sword! A splendid name!" Yang Linyuan nodded in approval.
With the gifts from the Yang family graciously accepted, the atmosphere shifted entirely. The earlier tension had dissipated, leaving behind a sense of camaraderie.
As the conversation continued, Luis shared his experiences on Lotus Island and detailed the Qianyuan Sword Sect's response to recent events.
The weight of his words hung in the air.
