Looking at the little boy in front of him, Su Changqing's mind was suddenly shaken.
In just the blink of an eye, the person remained the same, but his aura seemed worlds apart.
Clearly, he was just a child of five or six, but to Su Changqing, he felt like facing a supreme emperor!
The faint aura emanating from him made Su Changqing's spirit tremble, compelling him to kneel in reverence.
"Are you... the Sword Emperor?" Su Changqing asked in shock.
He had not expected that after endless years, the Sword Emperor would still exist.
"Just a remnant of my divine consciousness."
The Sword Emperor shook his head, looking towards Xianxian and Juexian outside the coffin, he sighed:
"Without the help of those two Sword Immortals, this wisp of divine consciousness couldn't have lasted until now."
Su Changqing was left speechless, his estimation of Xianxian soared once more in his heart.
"The senior said you were waiting for me?"
