After finishing speaking, the main seat fell silent for a moment, immersed in unfathomable memories, and the Holy Emperor closed his eyes, only reopening them after a long while.
The Holy Emperor sighed deeply and said, "The two-thousand-year-old blood feud, the residual spirits of the heavens still do not forget the enmity of ten generations. This depth of hatred cannot be easily explained with words. Forget it, let's not mention this."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yi understood more clearly and glanced at the Tai Sha Sword, realizing he was choosing the unspoiled among the spoiled environment.
The Tai Sha Sword moved its blade away guiltily.
Chen Yi did not pursue the matter, as he understood the principle of judging actions without judging intentions.
The Holy Emperor returned to his senses, his gaze sweeping over, inadvertently glancing at the Hou Kang Sword on Chen Yi's back.
Chen Yi seized the opportunity to ask, "This sword... do you know its origin?"
