Zhang Liuzhen withdrew his gaze. "What a coincidence. After Temple Master Wang went into seclusion, Wang Cong and Daoist Priest Yin never returned to Mount Sanqing either."
Yin Song gave a light cough, tilted his head forty-five degrees toward the sky, and said sadly, "All our fellow brothers are gone. Going back would only add to our grief."
Pan Yun: "...Second Senior Brother, we merely ascended. We didn't die."
"Either way, we went to another world."
Pan Yun was left speechless.
Cliff of Contemplation had changed drastically. Not only was its summit covered in arrays, but two swords had been planted there, along with a pagoda the size of an arm suspended in the air and a seal pressing down below.
The swords were crossed and embedded in the very center.
Pan Yun could not help looking at them again and again.
Standing beside the swords, Zhang Liuzhen asked with a smile, "First time seeing them?"
Pan Yun could not help taking out the sword he had given her. "They look more powerful than this one."
Zhang Liuzhen said, "In terms of the materials used to forge them, these two swords naturally cannot compare to the one in your hand. But they were wielded by the Celestial Masters of every generation. They contain not only the power of generations of Celestial Masters, but also their soul power. That is why they can suppress all evils."
"And that is why they are called the Male and Female Evil-Slaying Swords."
Pan Yun exclaimed, "So these are the legendary Celestial Master Swords."
Pan Yun only marveled for a moment before quickly turning her attention beneath Cliff of Contemplation. "It wants to come out?"
"More than wants to—it already acted. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, and the elders of the Council of Elders