Qianjun and Piyi were clearly moved.
The brothers exchanged a glance before simultaneously turning to look at Star Ring.
Noticing that Star Ring, despite maintaining a neutral expression, had chosen to position himself with his back to Xu Qing's meteorite as a gesture of protection, the brothers immediately became invigorated.
In an instant, sword energy shot into the void.
They transformed into two ancient immortal swords. Radiating brilliance, they hovered in the starry sky, their tips pointing outward in all directions, exuding an air of unwavering loyalty.
This sight brought a faint smile to Zhou Zhengli's face, his eyes reflecting both admiration and a sense of camaraderie.
As for Xie Lingzi, he internally scoffed, thinking, 'These two swords must have damaged their brains during cultivation. How else could such individuals be accepted as disciples of a Lower Immortal and rise to the same level as me?'