When Luo Qingyi returned to the third layer of the Sword Tomb.
Ye Chen had already started refining the tombstone, tempering his sword body.
The last time he tempered his sword body, he only refined his skin once. There's still a long way to go, and he cannot relax.
Luo Qingyi looked at Ye Chen enduring intense pain, her emotions complex.
Although Ye Chen often annoyed her.
But the perseverance Ye Chen showed always moved her.
A moment later.
The Sword Qi swirling around Ye Chen's skin dissipated. After meditating to regulate his breath, he got up and walked toward Luo Qingyi.
"Elder Qingyi, is something on your mind?" Ye Chen asked.
He felt that the way Luo Qingyi looked at him was somewhat different from before.
Luo Qingyi murmured, "Ye Chen, let me ask you, if the responsibility that the Sword Tomb requires of you is even greater than you imagined, would you still be willing to continue?
