"It left," Dantai Mingyue immediately said, "Everyone get ready to evacuate the Supreme Tao Palace, I'm going to see Nangong Wantu now."
"Yes!" the cultivators responded.
In the room,
Shen Ye held the Spring Rain Blade and inspected it carefully.
The blade no longer emitted any emotions; it was as if it had achieved satisfaction and then fallen into a deep sleep.
Stop.
One must not think this way.
The blade was sentient; what if, one day, mentioning something accidentally, it set him an impossible task, wouldn't that be the end of him?
His sword techniques improved daily…
Such a mythical level of ability was far too alluring for a professional.
Although name and Dharma Aspect were also important,
in battle, if you couldn't even parry your opponent's normal moves, there was no need to fight.
Shen Ye sheathed the blade.
What next?
He wondered if Saintly Honor, once aware, would come seeking him for another battle.
Better not open the Seal Gate for now.