As they were speaking, a melodious xiao flute sounded. "Young master, Lone Wolf Swordsman just said that you didn't steal the blade. Is that true?"
Xuan Mo chuckled. "If I were going to steal a sword, I'd at least steal a whole one. What use would I have for a Broken Sword?"
Hearing this, the owner of the flute appeared. "So it really wasn't you? Then this three-round battle was all based on a misunderstanding."
The newcomer wore a moon-white robe, its sleeves fluttering in the breeze. He held a jade-green flute, and his handsome, refined face carried an air of elegance. Yet the Spiritual Power surging around him revealed that he was no ordinary man. He gazed at Xuan Mo, a trace of apology flashing through his eyes, then cupped his hands slightly. "I am Feng Yi. I previously misunderstood you after hearing only one side of the story, causing three pointless battles to break out in this Chaos land. I have offended you greatly. I hope you can forgive me."
Xuan Mo sheathed his sword, and his Demonic Wings slowly folded away. The surging demonic energy around him gradually settled. After sizing up Feng Yi, his expression softened slightly, though a hint of coldness remained. "Hmph. Your friend acts recklessly, attacking on nothing but speculation. As his brother, you didn't bother investigating properly either. Now you want to brush it off with a mere misunderstanding? Things don't work that easily."
Feng Yi looked ashamed. He lightly tapped the jade flute against his palm and smiled bitterly. "You're absolutely right. We were reckless. The matter is strange. That Broken Sword is connected to a secret inheritance belonging to my brother, Lone Wolf Swordsman. Recently, he sensed movement from the blade and, by chance, uncovered a clue pointing to you.