In the crowd, Qin Yang watched the stretch Lincoln drive away, a dazed look on his face as he sank deep into thought.
'No system notification?'
'So Yu Wenxuan isn't the Sword Demon?'
'If that's the case, it looks like the Grassland Sword Saint isn't the future Sword Demon—his apprentice, Huyan Sword, is!'
At this thought, Qin Yang couldn't help but sigh to himself.
'The damn system might be glitchy sometimes, but I've always taken its predictions about the future seriously.'
'This Huyan Sword's talent is insane... To become a true Emperor Level powerhouse five hundred years from now, carving a path of slaughter through countless others... he can't be underestimated.'
'But then again, no matter how strong he'll be in the future... what does that have to do with now?'
'Right now, Huyan Sword is at the Innate Realm at best. He's not even a Grandmaster. I can always keep him under my thumb!'
Thinking of this, the knot in Qin Yang's chest loosened a little.
