At that moment, Ye Fan sheathed the Yuanhong Sword. However, as soon as he did, he felt a suffocating force.
Even Ye Fan was terrified. He thought the Divine Race puppet hadn't died yet, but then he shook his head. The puppet had never displayed such overwhelming pressure.
He immediately turned around, only to discover that the statue outside had moved. He quickly rushed out.
Approaching the statue, he discovered a mass of True Qi emerging from it, coalescing into a human form. This figure appeared refined and gentle, yet stood in mid-air with the condescending air of a seasoned elder.
At that moment, the Yuanhong Sword seemed to find its sense of belonging. It flew from Ye Fan's grasp and landed in the hands of the figure.
Ye Fan was speechless. The Yuanhong Sword is so eager. This must be a wisp of the Ancestor of Tianyuan's True Qi. The sword must have sensed that familiar presence and left my hand on its own.
At this, Ye Fan said respectfully, "Senior!"
