It was immediately clear that the entrance to the Cui Clan’s secret realm was located within their ancestral hall. The bronze hall that once housed the Qinghe Sword and the Dragon Bird lay nearby, making this something of a homecoming for the Dragon Bird.0

Regrettably, Dragon Bird seemed entirely uninterested in revisiting its old dwelling. It remained silent, curled up in the ring like a sulking tortoise. Beside it crouched River of Stars, like a curious child sitting next to an elder sister, gazing inquisitively at the surroundings.0

As for why a saber and a sword quietly resting in Zhao Changhe’s ring could evoke such vivid imagery for him—well, it was not because he was a deviant. It was due to the aftermath of the battle with Desolate Calamity. The manifestations of the two weapons’ spirits had become increasingly vivid, their presence so tangible that Zhao Changhe could almost see the human-like silhouettes overlapping with the physical blades—a surreal illusion resembling two children peering out.0

At this rate, he wondered if he would ever have the heart to pit them against another blade in combat again. This was...0