But before Zhao Diji had taken me two steps, several Boundless Immortals who had arrived one after another flew into the area. The fastest was an old woman. A strange glint shone in her eyes, and dressed all in black, she looked just like a ghost. Dozens of disciples stood behind her.
"It's been several years. Ever since Senior Brother Zhao sealed his furnace, the Forging Valley has only produced immortal swords, never another divine sword. Even we instructors probably have to rely on going out for experience to obtain a good sword. Just now, I thought Senior Brother Zhao had suddenly succeeded in forging a sword, but I never expected it to be a young man." The old woman spoke indifferently.
"Junior Sister Chu, I'm not lacking materials now, but I am lacking the right state of mind. Ever since that last divine sword failed to gain a spirit and became a dead sword, I've still been shaken to this day. Wasting such an excellent sword embryo is the hardest loss for a swordsmith to bear..." Zhao Diji sighed. He glanced at me and said, "This is Chu Feilan of the Artifact Arts Hall. Her elder brother, Chu Xuelin, was the Pavilion Master of the Cloud-Participating Pavilion. His swordsmanship..."
"Alas, Senior Brother Zhao, please don't mention my elder brother anymore. I only just received the news from Junior Sister Lan today—my elder brother has fallen..." Chu Feilan sighed and shook her head, her grief plain to see.
"Fallen? How did he fall? Junior Sister Lan asked me to meet her this afternoon, but unfortunately, the Artifact Sword Hall was holding classes today, so I asked her to meet another day. I never expected the news to be so important... Forget it. Ever since he left, I knew the journey