"Is it Emperor Luo Bu... the heavens and earth here already have their master."
Is the essence of the Sword Pavilion actually mushrooms?
This eerie scene seemed to have stirred the Heaven's Commencement Institute's Temporary Leader into memories of the past, softly murmuring the name of an old acquaintance.
But residing at a high position in the Second Phase of the Transcendent, he certainly wouldn't be easily shaken.
The next moment, Fu Qian had already turned around and picked up the short sword that left him with only one hand.
Still full of ancient elegance, the former edge long subdued, replaced by a rugged resilience — crack!
A crisp sound, with a flick of Fu Qian's finger, the upper half of the short sword had already flown away.
"Even the variety is somewhat different."
Imitating the previous action, bringing the remaining half of the broken sword to his nose for a sniff, Fu Qian quickly marveled again, his gaze sweeping over the remaining weapons.
