"What a pity." Jiang Yuan picked up one of the exquisite white swords. Although he knew nothing about weapons, the well-textured scabbard felt heavy in his hand. Just from touching it, he could tell it was undoubtedly a peerless fine sword.
However, at the moment, it seemed as if it had died, sealing itself unless the Sword Spirit was reawakened. Otherwise, no one could draw this Treasure Sword again.
The sword box was evidently paired separately and wasn't original. This made these top-quality Spirit Swords almost identical in color become mere decorations that were collectable. Coupling with the coincidental timeline, there's a high chance that the sword's owner perished during the disaster on Wo Hu Mountain twelve hundred years ago.
"Demon Monk, they truly deserve to die!"
He cursed in hatred, whether it was today, over a thousand years ago, or more than two thousand years ago, how many cultivators died quietly under the peach tree roots!
