"Ah, no—I've got it, I've got it. I'm going to comprehend this sword."
Li Tianming smiled awkwardly.
"So you're going to bore through the floor again?"
Lin Xiaogui said speechlessly.
"Shh, don't make a fuss. Stand guard for me again."
"I won't. I want to give it a try too."
Li Tianming shot her a contemptuous look. "Whatever. You'll give up in less than two days anyway."
"...!"
While she was left speechless, Li Tianming had already sprawled across the sword stele.
But this ancestor was a great beauty. Li Tianming's old face reddened, and he felt this was rather inappropriate.
"It's fine. A rock, just a rock."
He extended his Dark Arm.
"Let me see how many more layers of locks you've added."
The Heaven-Stealing Eye, open!
"...Another ten thousand layers! Ah, you two are an old-young romance, and both of you are miserly hoarders."
His hand was going to get sore again.
Lin Yijian and Lin Jiangjia had just emerged from the Sword Soul Purgatory.
Their expressions were gloomy as they returned to the Sword Soul Hall.
Upon reaching Sword Soul Mountain, they discovered that the Sword Soul Hall was extremely noisy.
"What's going on?" Lin Jiangjia asked.
"I thought everyone would have left long ago. Why are there still so many people?"
Lin Yijian said gloomily.
The two quietly returned and slipped into the Sword Soul Hall. They saw that the entire hall was in a state of utter uproar.
"Father?"
Still injured and pale-faced, Lin Jiangjia returned to Lin Xiaoyun's side.
"What happened?"
Lin Xiaoyun glanced at her, sighed, and said, "Look for yourself."
His face resembled a bitter melon—swollen and bruised.
"The Little Child Sword Art!"
Lin Yijian beside her cried out those four words in a hoarse, hysterical voice.
Many elders nearby glanced