Faced with Xuan Wudao's oppressive aura, Ye Xiao and Xiao Yun exchanged a glance, seeing the gravity in each other's eyes.
"Brother Xiao, that ancient sword you mentioned earlier..." Ye Xiao suddenly spoke.
"What?"
"It's the one you have in your hand right now." Ye Xiao's gaze fell on the long sword shimmering with a ghostly glow, "This sword... is not simple."
Xiao Yun looked down at the ancient sword in his hand, a complex glint flashing in his eyes.
"You're right." Xiao Yun slowly began, "This sword... I found it deep in the secret realm."
"Found it?" Ye Xiao raised his eyebrows.
"To be exact..." Xiao Yun tightened his grip on the sword hilt, "This sword saved my life."
"What exactly happened?" Ye Xiao asked.
Xiao Yun was silent for a moment, then began to recount his experience in the secret realm.
