Compared to the earth-shattering legacy within the three stone boxes, Ye Xiaofan was more concerned with his own Martial Soul.
Clearly, this was the closest he had ever been to understanding his Martial Soul, and if he missed this opportunity, learning more would become increasingly difficult.
When he saw the figure with gentle lips parting, Ye Xiaofan felt as though his heart was about to leap out of his chest.
This was not the first time he had inquired about the origin of his Martial Soul; the last time he consulted the old Sect Leader of the Divine Sword Sect, but that was an indirect inquiry, and there were no results. He only knew his Martial Soul might surpass the Forbidden Martial Soul, but there was no clear direction.
At this moment, as the figure's lips parted, Ye Xiaofan's entire being seemed to stop breathing, fearing he might miss a single word.
