There was only silence in front of the stone steps of the Sword Pavilion.
Huang Six looked away from the sword in Han Muye's hand and looked at Patriarch Cao, who had a much more solemn expression.
If Han Muye had not spoken, Huang Six would have almost failed miserably.
After checking these swords, not only was his soul severely injured, but if he really took back the swords that Han Muye had returned, the Sword Pavilion would also lose all their face.
However, just as Han Muye had said, how could a few useless swords become so powerful suddenly?
The key thing was that when his soul entered the sword, it did not stop him at all. It was indeed a rare sword.
'Did they refine it again?'
'It can't be.'
If the Cao family had refined it again, there was no need for the head of the Cao family to send it over personally.
They had sent their swords here that day to embarrass the Sword Pavilion!