Upon hearing the sound, Xu Xi hurriedly got up, put away his life-bound sword, and greeted, "Why not grind? At this age, if I don't seize the time, I probably won't have the strength later on."
Those who have lost their sight naturally have other senses that are more outstanding than other people.
Xu Xi was like this too.
Just by the sound, he could roughly deduce that the guest should be a very young male cultivator.
"That's good." The person's voice was very gentle.
"Young Master, if you want the sword ground, just give it to me." Xu Xi said again.
"Mm." The visiting guest smiled and said.
Immediately, a chill arose.
Xu Xi's heart instantly paused.
What a sharp sword.
He thought.
Just the aura was so sharp, giving a sense of chill, one can imagine how sharp the sword itself must be.
Xu Xi extended both hands, holding the young master's sword, appearing unusually solemn.
