"Slash—"
The black light that collided with Han Muye was torn to pieces by a soul sword aura.
The sword hilt broke again.
Han Muye shook his head.
"Hehe, these demonic brats have become stupid from cultivating demonic techniques."
The wooden staff turned into half a fox tail, then spun again and landed in front of Han Muye. It was Hu Taisheng.
Hu Taisheng looked at Han Muye and sighed. "I didn't expect there to be someone like you in the Sword Pavilion."
Han Muye sat still and said indifferently, "Tell me everything you know. Whether or not I spare your life depends on whether what you say is valuable."
Hu Taisheng stiffened, then nodded.
Han Muye held the broken sword hilt in front of him, and wisps of sword energy poured into it. Images appeared in his mind, and then he quietly listened to Hu Taisheng.
They looked at each other.
Hu Taisheng knew Qin Lin's background very well.