Brat Han, do you believe in fate?

This person was Ji Yuan!

The eighth in the outer sect, Ji Yuan who had been missing for a year.

Instead of hiding outside the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, he came to the Sword Pavilion?

Also, he was wearing the inner sect clothes.

Taking a light breath, Han Muye walked forward expressionlessly and took the sword.

The sword was cold to the touch, and there seemed to be traces of killing intent on it.

This sword had killed someone recently.

Holding the hilt, Han Muye tightened his grip.

"Clang—"

The sword was unsheathed, and coldness appeared.

"I received an inner sect disciple's sword today. The blade is not damaged."

He sheathed the sword and held it in both hands. Then he turned and walked toward the wooden shelves of the Sword Pavilion.

His hand rested lightly on the hilt of his sword.

"Hum—"

Images flashed through his mind. A wave of violent energy crashed into his mind, making him turn pale.