Linghu Xue had not expected that she would be threatened the moment she became an Immortal King.
Given her temperament, she would never have swallowed her anger in the past.
Yet now, she could only smile helplessly. Then she raised a hand and solemnly swore, "I, Linghu Xue, swear upon the Heavenly Dao that I will never mention anything concerning the Taiyuan Sword Realm to a third person. Otherwise, may I die without a burial place."
"I believe you," Su Hao said casually.
"No. A person like you would neither believe me nor believe in so-called oaths.
But I cannot offer nothing."
Linghu Xue looked at Su Hao, paused, then changed the subject. "I owe you a great favor and have no way to repay it. That piece of Ice Phoenix Marrow was already the most precious thing on me—"
"No need. The Ice Phoenix Marrow was already payment. We are even."
Su Hao waved his hand, cutting Linghu Xue off.
"Ah, I will not say any sentimental nonsense. If fate allows, we will meet again someday."
Linghu Xue sighed softly.
She had broken through to the Immortal King realm earlier than expected. She always felt that a piece of Ice Phoenix Marrow was not enough to repay this favor. But at present, she truly had nothing more suitable to offer.
As her words fell, she, an Immortal King, bowed deeply to Su Hao. Then snow and wind swirled around her, transforming her into a crystalline Ice Phoenix that flapped its wings and vanished into the depths of the void.
Su Hao watched her leave, and that lingering thought of "seizing her talent" quietly dissipated as well.
"What a pity. Sacred Spirit Cold Soul and Ice Marrow Sword Master are both fine talents."
Linghu Xue possessed the seven-colored talent [Sacred