The people in the scene stood frozen, as if the air itself had turned to stone.
For a minute or two, no one dared to move, their eyes locked on the stunning figure before them.
Then, slowly, the murmurs began—hesitant at first, then spreading like wildfire.
"Is that… who I think it is?" a man asked, his voice trembling.
He rubbed his eyes so hard it was as if he feared he was seeing a mirage.
"I think so," another man replied, his tone low and reverent, almost fearful.
"She's famous—super famous. The strongest True Immortal in this realm… the Sword Fairy… Goddess Anastasia Sage."
A few bystanders audibly sucked in sharp breaths, the name alone heavy enough to silence a tavern brawl.
"In the past," an older cultivator muttered, "it was written in history that she has slain five True Immortals with her own blade."
The words struck the crowd like a hammer. Men exchanged uneasy glances; women instinctively stepped back.
