The sword sound was long and smooth and if one did not pay close attention, it might have been overlooked, as if it could reach above the Nine Heavens, beyond the heavy skies.
The wooden sword carved by the young Murong Longtu two hundred years ago was slightly raised, only to settle back down. The courtyard gate opened, and Murong Qiushui stepped in lightly, her gaze filled with confusion, "Strange..."
"Why did I clearly feel the sound of a sword just now?"
She seemed to have noticed something, her eyes fixed on the wooden sword.
"Is this... Grandfather?"
Murong Qiushui felt the Divine Charm of the sword flowing, as if awakening. She slowly reached out, grasped the wooden sword, then exerted force, her palm shaking violently, throwing her off balance.
Her Primordial Spirit Power could not lift this sword.
Murong Qiushui thought of the challenge by Sword Madman Murong Longtu and was lost in contemplation.
