Apotheosis

This was the courtyard where masters could rest, as such, it was a quiet haven, away from people and distractions.

On entering the courtyard, Jerrison's eyes were drawn immediately to the sheathed sword that Zen clutched.

Generally, if a sword was sheathed, there was no aura emitting from it. However, the light from this sword shone so brilliantly that it even covered the scabbard.

Most refiners followed a simple rule of thumb and always chose the best materials used in creating the body and handle carefully when a sword was forged. However, they would avoid pouring heavenly law into the handle of the weapon, because it was wasteful.

Jerrison and Merk saw that the handle of Zen's sword was manifesting an intense amount of energy, even after he had inserted it into the scabbard.

'Did this guy waste his understanding of heavenly law on the handle while he was making the sword?

Oh, wow! How was he able to comprehend heavenly law? The workmanship is amazing; he has a remarkable ability to be able to craft such a good sword, '

thought Jerrison and Merk, becoming excited at the prospect.

"I can't believe you were able to forge such a good fairy weapon at such a young age. That's crazy! Have you given your baby a name?" asked Jerrison. All the while he stared down at the sword.

Usually, after a weapon refiner finished, he would give his new weapon a name to identify it. Zen's sword had no name earlier because Chase hadn't condensed it and wanted someone else to finish it. Zen had to name it.

Zen simply stated, "The name is Streamer."

"Streamer Sword? That's beautiful. A good name! I like it!" Jerrison nodded and said, "Yes, that's really a good name! May I see it

ince you've decided to threaten me, I'll show you Streamer Sword's power!"

Pulling the sword slowly out of its scabbard as he finished talking, Zen held it out, with the tip of Steamer Sword aimed at the two of them. There was a look of serenity on Zen's face, as though he didn't care that he was facing off against two masters.

Zen's bold actions shocked Merk and Jerrison, and they stood there wondering, 'What is he talking about? Only at the seventh grade of the nature level? After all, we're better than him, since he's only at the first grade of nature level! How could he dare look down on us?'

"Ha-ha! Drizzle Peak is the worst peak of all Cloud Sect's peaks, but they've cultivated quite an arrogant disciple! You are barely at the first grade of nature level, and yet you look down on us? That's hilarious!" Jerrison smiled as he extended his hand, and a purple flame appeared from his palm.

Each weapons refiner had his own unique flame.

The one dancing over Merk's hand was pink, and was as delicate as a peach blossom. Although the flame might seem weak, it actually held incredibly hot, destructive power.