Ying Chunqiu observed the sword light fill the sky, clear and pure, unquestionably the Qinghong Xuan Sword, feeling astonished and wistful, he said, "There are such talents in Mingcang Sect, with such aptitude in the Sword Dao, yet why is he not a Shaoqing Disciple?"
When the sword ball flew out, it caused a commotion, not only among them but also among many Shaoqing Disciples, because few knew about Zhang Yan seeking the sword in the sect, many thought it was an elder of the sect who had refined a superior sword ball.
At this moment Ying Chunqiu seemed to remember something, he suddenly furrowed his brows, saying, "Xiushu, quickly convey my decree, if anyone asks about tonight's matter, say it was Elder Xue sacrificially refining the sword ball, do not mention Mingcang's envoy."
Ran Xiushu's mind turned, and he immediately guessed the reason, stood up, cupped his hands and said, "Disciple will go to convey the order."
