"Your sword?"
Nan Xiaopao asked in astonishment. She too could feel that Yin Tianlun's Imperial Sword was extraordinary, actually Qing Jushi's sword?
With a sorrowful face, Qing Jushi cursed and complained, "Yes! It's the only thing that accompanied me to the Ancient Wilderness, and I never expected that bastard to take it away..."
Despite cursing, he did not lift his foot to give chase.
Just like when facing Haotian Wuxiang earlier, one word described him—cowardly.
At the same time, outside the Imperial Palace, the cultivators were all in an uproar.
Gazing at Yin Tianlun, who was dust-covered thousands of meters away, they could hardly believe their eyes.
"What exactly is inside that palace to actually drive Yin Tianlun out?"
"Yin Tianlun wasn't crushed to death?"
"Be careful—there must be an evil spirit inside this palace!"
"This is the first time I've seen Yin Tianlun in such a sorry state."
"Yin Tianlun, what exactly is inside?"