This time, he persisted for the longest time.

Finally, the white horse came to a stop.

The horse's forelegs buckled, and it knelt down on the ground.

"Oh."

A familiar yet terrifying voice came from in front of Xue Meng.

"It's not even the New Year yet, why are you already offering New Year's greetings?"

Trapped in a sword prison by more than 100,000 sword energies, Ye Bai still had the leisure to joke around.

"Xue Meng, it's been a long time."

Xue Meng: ......

Hallucination! It must be a hallucination!

I'm hallucinating because I'm overworked!

Xue Meng's eyes rolled back, and he almost fainted.

He knew that whether it was a blessing or a curse, he couldn't escape the Asura.

He could only stand up, look at the Asura in the sword prison, and ask helplessly.

"Did my second uncle bring you here?"

Unexpectedly, Ye Bai shook his head.

"I still don't understand what this sword prison is all about."

Xue Meng frowned, somewhat puzzled.

Who else could have done this if not my second uncle?

Sword energy leaves no trace, sword techniques leave no trace, and the sword prison leaves no trace...

Shura, however, said he didn't understand.

After careful consideration, Xue Meng came to a reliable conclusion: Shura had probably been driven mad by the attack.

"Perfect timing, you're here. Do me a favor."

Sword energy swirled around Ye Bai's fingertips, creating a 3D model of the Sword Prison, a miniature version of it, and quite reminiscent of its spirit.

Xue Meng: ......

Brother, do you still remember that you're a mage?

"Follow the instructions on this diagram, strike from this angle..."

Ye Bai outlined a sequence and method for Xue Meng to draw his sword.

Xue Meng countered, "Why draw your sword?"

"What else can we do?"

Ye Bai pointed to himself and said seriously,

"Cut me down!"