Lu Sangjiu's words somehow struck a chord with the cold-faced male cultivator. He finally turned his head and gave her a serious look.
She couldn't help but feel a flicker of joy. 'Finally, a reaction!' she thought. 'My efforts weren't for nothing after all!'
Then, under Lu Sangjiu's expectant gaze, he spoke his first words to her: "The Lingjian Sect knows right from wrong."
Lu Sangjiu: "…?"
Her smile froze. 'What? He wasn't moved by my righteousness, but was defending the Lingjian Sect's name?'
'Unbelievable. Truly unbelievable. You really live up to your title as the top prodigy of the Lingjian Sect, defending your sect even at a time like this!'
Hmm... that's right. Lu Sangjiu already knew who this person was.
Just a moment ago, she had recognized the sword in his hand.
"Where gods and ghosts retreat, a phoenix cries long..." One of the four great Immortal Artifacts, the Phoenix Cry Sword.
