Gu An looked at Jiyan, the Son of Heaven, with mockery in his eyes, making Jiyan extremely uncomfortable.
However, with the divine sword in hand, Jiyan did not panic.
The divine sword in his hand had an extraordinary origin. It could devour the true meaning of the Great Dao and nourish Sword Intent. Of course, this sword could only absorb the true meaning of the Great Dao cultivated by Cultivators, not the Great Dao itself.
He had come to this palace because of the guidance of the divine sword in his hand, and the existence that had attracted the divine sword was none other than Ji Xiaoyu.
Jiyan, the Son of Heaven, looked back at Ji Xiaoyu and waited for her answer.
Ji Xiaoyu could sense that the sword in his hand was filled with malice, but she did not panic. After all, Gu An was here too.
What she felt more of now was curiosity. Could this boy really take her life with that sword?
She trusted Gu An's judgment. She was only curious how that sword would kill her.
"Mm. My name is Ji Xiaoyu. May I ask why the Son of Heaven has come to my place?" Ji Xiaoyu asked in return, her tone indifferent, her gaze even calmer.
Her composure left Jiyan puzzled, so he asked, "Since you know that We are the Son of Heaven, why do you not make a move? Why have We never seen you in the previous great battles?"
"Because I dislike fighting," Ji Xiaoyu replied.
These words made Gu An laugh.
Back on the Path of the Great Dao, Ji Xiaoyu had been a battle maniac, and even now, deep down, she still wanted to have a proper fight with him.
Ji Xiaoyu glanced at him, making him immediately rein