A stormy sea suddenly surged within the old man's heart.
Yet Mo Hua remained unaware.
His two hands were filthy as he continued pawing at the dirt and stones on the ground, burying the broken sword deeper and setting it straighter, lest it be blown crooked by the wind.
Only when he sensed a terrifying presence behind him, enough to make his heart quail, did he stop.
And because of its emotional turmoil, that presence had become exceedingly unstable.
Mo Hua was startled and turned around, only to see the Long-Bearded Elder's eyes bloodshot. Countless streaks of sword qi seemed to howl through their depths, gathering into a boundless sea of swords, as vast as Ten Thousand Swords Return to Sect, as though it were the Supreme Void itself.
The aura around him also carried a razor-sharp, murderous intent, terrifying to the extreme.
Black points of light flickered in and out, and even the void grew unstable, splitting open with crack after crack.
Mo Hua's pupils contracted in shock.
This was the first time he had faced the terrifying pressure of a Void Insight cultivator head-on.
Only then did he realize just how powerful truly high-level cultivators could be when they did not restrain themselves and fought with all their strength...
The gap between their realms was far too great. Under such pressure, he had almost no power to resist.
Fortunately, the Long-Bearded Elder had cultivated his state of mind for many years. Realizing that something was wrong, he did his utmost to restrain his emotions.
After an unknown amount of time, all sword intent withdrew, the cracks in the void smoothed over, and the old man's expression became calm once more, like an ancient well without a ripple.
Yet his heart was anything but calm.
"Where did you obtain