Kapitel 644: The Moonlit Whisper [First Technique]

Northern's breath caught in his throat. The name alone carried a weight of mystery that made the air in the Void Palace feel heavier.

"The Moonlit Whisper," Bairan continued, his white hair seeming to absorb the eerie blue light around them, "is not just a technique. It is the foundation of everything else you will learn."

He moved his sword from his shoulder, holding it at his side with a grip so natural it seemed like an extension of his arm.

"Watch carefully."

Northern's eyes widened slightly. During the course of this training, he had seen Bairan demonstrate sword techniques, but something felt different this time. The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

Bairan didn't move. Or rather, he moved so subtly that Northern's eyes struggled to process what they were seeing. It was as if the sword was disturbing reality itself, creating ripples in the space around it.

'What... what am I looking at?'