"You're my sister?" Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, so much so that he completely overlooked the first half of what Chen Mengyao had said.
"Yes, yes, yes, I'm your sister!" Seeing the murderous intent fade from Chen Yang, Chen Mengyao breathed a slight sigh of relief, though she still sobbed, "The sword in your hand is the Ancestral Sword of our Chen Family. Because of an accident during its forging, the Family Head at the time had no choice but to jump into the Casting Pool and sacrifice himself to the furnace! Once the sword was sheathed, it could only be drawn by someone of direct Chen Family bloodline!"
