"Even the otherworldly immortals sold them out?" Li Zhier also felt the cruelty Mo Tong had encountered.
"Actually, in the hands of someone capable of comprehending the Twelve Heavenly Sword Chapters, they are naturally as precious as a priceless treasure. But if they fall into the hands of someone who cannot comprehend them, they might not even be worth wastepaper. Some people don't even know what the Twelve Heavenly Sword Chapters look like. They only know they're good things—but who knows that they contain powerful Heavenly Sword techniques?" Li Tinglan shook her head. The meaning behind her words was already clear. Mo Tong's parents had stolen the Yin-Yang Sword Body; as the saying went, a common man was innocent, but his possession of jade made him guilty.
"As fewer and fewer people in the world resist the Divine Sword Immortal Sect, they've hidden these things away so securely that they no longer intend to let anyone comprehend them. Heh, after all, they're the source of upheaval. Who would've thought that these things were actually the treasures that allowed the Divine Sword Immortal Sect to stand tall in this world? And we otherworldly immortals are going to follow their example this time. We'll definitely make the Divine Sword Immortal Sect taste this bitterness for themselves!" the young man said viciously.
"But first, you need to have the surviving fragments. As I see it, there are quite a few sword immortals in the Divine Sword Immortal Sect who can make use of these Twelve Heavenly Sword Scrolls." I gave a dry chuckle.
The young man narrowed his eyes at me and said, "At present, they've only got the Sword-Guarding Faction, the Sword-Controlling Faction, and the Sword-Suppressing Faction left. Sooner or later, they'll all be mine—"
"Wei Shuang! Shut up!" Li Tinglan glared