Ye Zhen knew that no matter what, he could not bring this sword down today.
If he forced it down, the only ones hurt in the end would be Caiyi and his son Ye Zhuo, whom he had only just met.
Whatever the old lady might be, the bond of affection forged over more than ten years of raising him was there.
If Ye Zhen brought this sword down, one wrong move and he would become enemies with his own child.
Therefore, this sword could not fall!
"Come back!"
Ye Zhen gave a low shout, and the sword light hanging above the heads of the many Phoenix Spirit Race Creation Realm Divine Beings instantly swept back, turning into a streak of sword light that slowly circled behind Ye Zhen.
"I've put you in a difficult position." Ye Zhen turned back and gave Caiyi a gentle smile.
Tears welled in Caiyi's eyes as she kept shaking her head.
Once the sword light withdrew, the old lady finally heaved a sigh of relief.
Only then did she realize that she was drenched in cold sweat.
If Ye Zhen's sword had truly fallen just now, then the consequences...
"On account of Caiyi and Zhuo'er, we'll let today's matter end here!" Ye Zhen said coldly to the old lady, though his gaze was fixed on the Seven-Colored Bead Spirit, which pulsed with light in the void.
"However, I will return!"
The Seven-Colored Bead Spirit flickered in the void, and its voice rang out. "You will not have another opportunity. Today, I was merely careless."
"Is that so? Then wait for me. When I return, you won't even have the chance to be careless!"
His gaze swept over the mass of seven-colored radiance in the void. Behind Ye Zhen, A Yuan, the Xiantian Spiritual Treasure