The Weight of a Name
"Is this the legendary Guardian Elder Leon?"
Whispers spread across the plaza like wind through dry leaves.
Countless disciples stared upward at the white-robed figure descending from the sky.
Leon landed calmly at the front of the square, his midnight robes embroidered with thin amethyst patterns drifting lightly in the breeze. A jade pendant rested at his waist, swaying faintly with each movement.
His posture was relaxed.
Yet the invisible aura surrounding him carried a quiet pressure.
Not oppressive.
Not violent.
But deep—like standing before an endless ocean.
Many disciples unconsciously held their breath.
So this is him…
Several students exchanged glances.
"As expected…"
"He's just as unfathomable as the rumors say."
One young disciple swallowed nervously.
"Do you feel that the aura coming from him is… stronger than Guardian Elder Shera's?"
The words spread through the surrounding crowd like a spark landing in dry grass.
"What?"
