Only after seeing that Chen Wen had no other reaction did Fang Wuchen speak. "The favor we're asking of you this time is to enter the Ancestral Land and help us suppress a seal."
"You must be wondering why we need you when there should be no small number of people in our Heavenly Sword Sect stronger than you."
Chen Wen nodded. This was indeed one of the things he had been puzzled about.
Fang Wuchen spoke again. "You still remember, don't you? It was only after you obtained that strand of sword qi that we raised the idea of asking you for help."
"It is precisely because of that wisp of sword qi that you possess the qualifications to help suppress it."
"This is the method left behind by our Ancestor, which is why we have always held the Heavenly Sword Assembly—to search for the person capable of obtaining that strand of sword qi."
"And that person just so happens to be you. So rather than saying I'm begging someone, it would be better to say I'm saving a sword."
He understood.
Chen Wen nodded unconsciously, then spoke again. "Then do you know what the thing under that seal is?"
"We don't."
Fang Wuchen shook his head again.
He was telling the truth, because what their forebears had left behind contained only the method to suppress the seal, as well as the consequences after the seal was broken.
In the words of their forebears, this was their crisis, and also their opportunity.
If it was handled well.
Chen Wen nodded. "Then I understand."
As he spoke, his tone could not help but shift. "Then can you tell me the method of suppression, as well as the specific dangers?"
"The method of suppression depends on you. There is no standard