Master Sage Dao glanced at him, merely nodding slightly to acknowledge him. Then he turned to Lena, who was standing beside Grace. "Is this your daughter?"
Lena nodded. "Her name is Grace."
"Grace... what a lovely name." The master smiled. "I am an old acquaintance of your mother, so we share a bit of fate. If you have any spirit tools in need of consecration, let me be the first to bless them for you!"
"Yes! Yes!" Grace hurriedly took out her Scarlet Sky Sword, holding it with both hands and presenting it to the high monk.
He accepted it, and as soon as the sword left her hands, it floated in midair.
Master Sage Dao began chanting, and with his index and middle fingers, he gently swept through the air above the Scarlet Sky Sword...
......
Gu Xingyun eagerly ran over, but Master Sage Dao barely acknowledged him.
He felt a bit embarrassed.
Still, he didn’t say much, just cast a strange look at Lena.
It wasn’t just him—out of reverence for Master Sage Dao, everyone else started looking at Lena differently too.
Today is the Sacred Relic Festival, so everyone’s dressed pretty plainly.
But Lena was wearing a pure white fox-fur cloak, sparkling and radiant—she was breathtaking, like a goddess descended.
"Who is she, anyway? Not only did Abbot William Wise come riding a flying spirit beast from miles away, even Master Sage Dao showed up!"
"No idea! I’m just worried—did she overhear what we were saying earlier?"
"Aiya! It was all because of Lady Blue Moon—she totally misled us!"
"Lady Blue Moon? She’s just a concubine, isn’t she?"
"But the Prime Minister’s Wife—she’s not only stunning, she’s got this pure, noble aura, almost divine. Don’t you agree?"
"Hmm..."
......
While everyone whispered among themselves, suddenly, a dramatic flash of red light streaked across—the sword’s consecration was complete.
Then, the master reached out and took the Scarlet Sky Sword, personally handing it to Grace.
Grace raised both hands respectfully and accepted it.
A rush of heat surged from the sword into her body.
Then, nothing unusual happened.
Her sword looked even more brimming with spirit energy.
Grace bowed in thanks; the master nodded slightly, saying nothing.
But this seemingly ordinary consecration left Evan Xiao deeply shaken.
The moment Grace took the sword, he sensed it—the dragon energy he’d left in her body was suppressed to its lowest point.
He had already sealed the dragon energy inside Grace’s body.
But because his rank had dropped, the seal wasn’t completely perfect.
Still, no ordinary person would ever notice.
But this monk—just one move, and he completely sealed the dragon energy inside her.
That means, not only did he see the dragon energy in Grace, he could actually seal it.
Who knew this little Blue Moon Kingdom had someone like that?
Could he also see through the rest of us?
Spirit energy comes from the Spirit Tree.
In these low-ranking little kingdoms, Spirit Trees are scarce, so spirit energy is thin too.
To reach the level of a Seventh-Rank Spirit Master like Minister Zhuo, you’d have to be exceptionally lucky and talented.
Ordinary Spirit Practitioners max out at the fourth or fifth rank.
They say in backwater places, you’ll never find a phoenix—great masters just don’t come from places like this.
That monk is definitely not a local. So why is he here?
And he’s an old friend of Grace’s mother?