"Perhaps this is destiny," Elder Xing sighed.
"Take this sword with you."
"This is the Helian Family's most treasured possession. How could we give it to an outsider?" Elder Yun remarked.
"Outsider? To this day, do you still consider him an outsider? If he truly were an outsider, the Family Head would not have brought him back against protocol, allowing him into the Place of Trials. It seems the Family Head noticed long ago."
With Elder Xing's words, Elder Yun was left speechless.
Yan Song gently brushed his palm over the blade, inch by inch. The blood had merged with the sword, forming a kind of totem, adding a mysterious and bloody aura to this peerless sword.
The sword, unsheathed, gleamed with a chilling brightness, able to kill invisibly.
Yan Song had never thought that his destiny would be overturned in such a monumental moment.
