The clear and resonant sword chime made everyone turn their heads in unison and look over in astonishment.
The sword pin remained motionless, like an ancient sword standing firm in the mountains and rivers of the world for a thousand years.
Baili An found the feeling at that moment extremely strange. He had clearly never witnessed the Dragon and Snake Sword Formation of Tianxi Sword Sect, yet the moment the sundial fell into his hand, he truly felt the immense weight of three thousand swords.
An intense and formless comprehension emerged, strong and vivid.
Starry lights as faint as golden scales drifted like dust. In the secluded corner where Baili An sat, a magical vision seemed to appear of bustling activity unknown to sword outsiders and the lightly swaying willows in a spring breeze on both shores.
Ying Xiu's fingers suddenly gripped the edge of the table with such force they turned pale, the color draining from his face.
Qi Liancheng also gaped in disbelief.
