Old Huang noticed the sword at his side.
The longsword was entirely black.
That's nothing.
but,
The tassel hanging from the hilt of the sword has quite a history.
Two delicate pendants hang from the black and gold thread.
The two pendants are made of dragon and phoenix bones.
If Elder Huang remembers correctly, there has only been one person in the past thousand years who has used this sword tassel.
That was the ancestor who founded the Sword Sect.
He is also the only genius in the cultivation world to ascend to immortality in a hundred years.
When he ascended to immortality, both dragons and phoenixes bowed down to him and submitted to him.
"You...you are the ancestor of the Sword Sect!" Elder Huang kowtowed repeatedly in excitement.
If it's not a phantom.
You'll definitely hear the sound of heads being kowtowed repeatedly.
Upon hearing the words "ancestor".
Fenjue frowned silently.
It wasn't a big deal at first, but after that little liar told him he was old, he now finds those three words rather irritating.
"There's no need for such an exaggeration." Fen Jue casually raised his hand, gesturing for Elder Huang to stand up.
Old Huang quickly stood up and said obsequiously, "How could you be in this little girl's sea of consciousness? Could it be—"
【you】
【old】
Those two words have never sounded so awful.
Fen Jue opened his eyes and glanced sideways at Elder Huang, his deep gaze sending chills down one's spine.
"Grand Ancestor, what...what's wrong?" Old Huang knelt down with a thud and asked tremblingly.
Fen Jue pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.
The person Gingerbread picked up was just like her.
They're equally oblivious to social cues.
He only talks about things he doesn't like to hear.
"I have done something to offend you, please forgive me!" Old Master Huang said sincerely and humbly.
Fen Jue stood up leisurely and walked towards Elder Huang, his eyes containing a hint of intimidation.
"I've formed a bond with her."
!!!
Oh my God!
Huang Lao Jing was stunned and stood there in place.
What incredible luck that little girl had to form a pact with a legendary, ascended master?
Before Old Huang could even finish his shock...
Fen Jue smiled faintly and said, "I hope you won't say anything more."
The cold, detached voice carried a chilling undertone.
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