"Quick, don't let them come any closer!"
The immortals all knew how powerful the God-Slaying Sword was. Now that every living thing had been annihilated and the Spirit Communion no longer existed, they were reminded of the terrifying sight of the sword being drawn again. Thus, they were all strongly opposed to letting them in.
But after thinking it over, I decided to let them in after all. For the moment, we were on the same side, and the Hidden Ones should have learned their lesson.
Once the entrance was opened, the old woman flew in with Jiang Ran in tow. After sealing the sword back inside its box, the old woman had no intention of returning it to me. She shoved the sword straight into her storage pouch. As for the two beads, she put those away as well. When they entered Windmist City, no one questioned them, and they seemed to have no intention of explaining themselves either.
The sight left all the immortals dumbfounded.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang, please return the God-Slaying Sword to me." In the end, I could not help asking.
"Master Xia, it's not that this old woman doesn't know right from wrong. It's just that I, Jiang Li, still have a use for this God-Slaying Sword. I absolutely cannot give it to you right now," the old woman explained calmly.
"Wow, Fellow Daoist Jiang, aren't you being shameless? This God-Slaying Sword belongs to Master Xia!" Supreme Jingluo shouted through gritted teeth. The demonic energy had just stripped away half his body, and though he had survived that catastrophe, he still did not fear the Hidden Ones.
"Heh, this God-Slaying Sword is a relic of the Doom God. It belongs to no one. If you find that unacceptable, feel free to come and demand it