As the sky gradually darkened, Yue Qian'ao slowly turned around on the rooftop, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings. Though he saw none of the Chamber of Commerce Alliance's people lying in wait, since Wei Chunqiu had spoken so plainly, it could not have been false. Someone was already watching him.
"I really have nothing to do with the Myriad Sword Demon Lord." Yue Qianchou shook his head helplessly. "A man who has been dead for who knows how many years can still make everyone so terrified that even the wind rustles with the cry of cranes. The Myriad Sword Demon Lord did not die unjustly. What exactly does the Da Minglun Master want to know?"
"I want to know why you can command ten thousand swords."
The voice came from behind him. Yue Qianchou abruptly spun around and saw the thin, gaunt Da Minglun, dressed in a golden robe, standing behind him at some unknown time. Looking again at Wei Chunqiu and Yun Peng, neither showed the slightest surprise. Clearly, they had known Da Minglun had arrived long ago.
"Greetings, Da Minglun Master." After cupping his hands in salute, Yue Qianchou explained, "I am merely a Rogue Cultivator by birth. My luck has simply been a little better than most. I truly have no connection whatsoever with the Myriad Sword Demon Lord..."
Da Minglun coldly cut him off. "No one cares about your origins or your luck. I do not wish to hear any of that, and the Immortal Emperor certainly will not listen to such nonsense. No matter how noble your origins may be, they mean nothing to him. Do not beat around the bush. You need only explain honestly why, like the Myriad Sword Demon Lord, you can command ten thousand swords."
How was he supposed to