Diwu Yun'er began to comprehend the Sword Intent.
Lin Fan stood on the side, somewhat dismayed.
Even Diwu Yun'er was actively chosen by the Sword Intent, yet he got nothing. Lin Fan even doubted if the Xuanyuan Sword in his hand was the Xuanyuan Sword from the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan.
"Little Fan Fan, are you feeling quite lost? Others have been chosen by the Sword Intent, even your enemy Sha Qianmo got a Demon Sword, and yet you got nothing," Emperor Jade said with a cheeky smile, sounding somewhat schadenfreude.
"Forget it, I'll find the Sword Soul myself," Lin Fan shook his head.
He was already looking for an excuse to shake off Diwu Yun'er and go find the Sword Soul himself.
Now.
Diwu Yun'er, chosen by the Sword Intent, sat cross-legged there, comprehending the Sword Intent, saving him the trouble.
Lin Fan took one last look at Diwu Yun'er, turned around, and prepared to leave. Those three elders saw Lin Fan leave, frowned, and did not follow.
