The young man with red hair, dressed in white Daoist robes, had a mark like a red sword between his brows, making him look like a sword immortal.
At first, he was excited, but soon he frowned deeply as he stared at the jade sword.
Beside him a hunched back old man with white hair and wrinkled face stood patiently.
The old man asked respectfully, "Saint Heir, have you located the last sword?"
The young man didn't reply, kept staring at the small sword hovering above his palm.
After a moment,
"It seems Senior Brother Seven Sword was right. The last sword is truly in the Hanxu Dynasty," He said, then let out a sigh.
"But I can't find it precisely. Maybe this Yun Wuji guy has hidden the sword in a high rank space treasure," He spat disdainfully, his eyes narrowing with annoyance.
