Qian Youxue sat there, feigning composure, and felt the expectant gazes of the two men. She shook her head mysteriously and said lazily, "I don't know. My master only told me that this sword is called the Yin-Yang Sword. I don't know anything else."

Thousands of families!

The white-bearded old man thought carefully for a moment, as if he remembered something. He looked Qian Youxue up and down again, and after a pause, he said, "Miss, you must not easily mention the name of this sword to anyone in the future. This sword is a good sword, but often the better the thing, the more likely it is to be coveted by thieves."

"I only took this sword out a few days ago, and only Sai Miaoshou recognized it, and then you, sir," Qian Youxue replied after thinking carefully.

When I used to carry this sword on missions, my teammates would laugh at me, saying it was just a piece of junk. Even when it was powerful, only dead people had ever seen it, and there weren't necessarily many people around here who knew its value.

"Things are unpredictable. Recently, many unknown people have come to Wucheng. It would be best if you were more cautious, young lady," the white-bearded old man kindly advised.

Xuan Mingye glanced at the white-bearded old man with a strange look, then turned his gaze to Qian Youxue and said gently, "This is Long Bo, the steward of the Prince's Mansion, and also my elder."

Were the prince's elders also members of the royal family?

Qian Youxue could see the respect Xuan Mingye had for this person, and she bowed respectfully to Uncle Long: "Youxue greets Uncle Long, I apologize for my rudeness just now."

"It's alright, it's alright. It's late, this old man should rest. You young people should chat some more!" Uncle Long said meaningfully, then left with his hands behind his back, feeling reassured.

That old man!

Qian Youxue puffed out her cheeks, looked at Long Bo's back, and moved her mouth slightly.

Cough cough...

Xuan Mingye suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, coughed several times, and leaned weakly against the wall.

"Keep pretending. You were fine just now." Qian Youxue rolled her eyes at him.

Xuan Mingye took a painful breath, feeling the pain in his chest worsen. He wondered if it was because too much spiritual energy had been suddenly drained from his chest.

Qian Youxue ignored it and went over to pick up the broken piece of metal. Holding it in her hand, it seemed to be a bit heavier than before.

strangeness?

What's going on?

She carefully examined the sword, and the blade had returned to its original state, looking like a complete piece of junk. She figured that if she threw it away, no one would bother to pick it up.

"Master, what's wrong?" A woman's anxious voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the courtyard.

Qian Youxue frowned slightly and looked up. She saw a woman carefully supporting a certain devilish man, her eyes filled with obvious admiration.

Xuan Mingye shook off the man's hand and growled in disgust, "Who told you to come to this courtyard? Get out!"

"Master, your body." The woman looked at Xuan Mingye with heartache.

"Cold-blooded!" Xuan Mingye roared furiously.

Leng Xue appeared before Xuan Mingye like a shadow, wielding a whip that struck the woman, knocking her to the ground.

"Master, please forgive me. I will take Shuihua away immediately to receive my punishment!" After saying this, he carried Shuihua away from the courtyard without any pity.

Cough cough...

Xuan Mingye took a deep breath, his heart aching even more than before.

Seeing this, Qian Youxue realized something was wrong. She used her mind to put away the Yin-Yang Sword and ran over to see what was going on.