Tingyu Tower, inside the secret chamber.
Yan Zongli, who had lost an arm, was pale-faced and bowing as he explained something to a young woman.
"Tower Master, I have failed in my task, I can't complete this job!" Yan Zongli handed over a storage bag containing Spiritual Objects, shamefully confessing his failure.
"Elder Yan, are you sure you don't know whose sword was being controlled?" Yan Ling frowned, not accepting the bag, and asked with concern.
"Yes! Maybe it was the swordsmanship of that person's elder, with divine sense attached to the sword, a distant sword attack, it's a method of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, Tower Master, I've already lost an arm, I really don't have the ability to complete this job, these are the Spirit Stones compensated by the employer, I'm returning them in full." Yan Zongli was full of fear, heartbroken as if bleeding.
