Cursing me?
Bai Yi and Chen Changqin could not help glancing at Lin Heng. At a time like this, maybe stop kissing first.
Lin Heng pulled his mouth free and said, "Sword Spirit, right!?"
"I could tell at one glance whether it was you. Did Xiao Muyu send you?"
At these words, Bai Yi and Chen Changqin both froze, puzzled. "What Sword Spirit? Isn't she the Immortal Yin?"
"I am not the Immortal Yin. I am also called Xiao Muyu, but I am merely an incarnation of Lord Xiao's will," the Sword Spirit said truthfully.
She had no emotions. She was merely upholding Xiao Muyu's thoughts.
"I remember now. Back then, when I asked your name, you called yourself Xiao... but you didn't say the two words Muyu aloud. You only said the word 'Yu.' I naturally called you 'Xiao Yu.' You hid it pretty deeply!"
"So the Nine Heavens Sword is Xiao Muyu's sword!" Lin Heng said with certainty.
The Sword Spirit did not deny it and said faintly, "You can understand it that way. The Nine Heavens Sword belongs to Lord Xiao. After being sealed in the great mountain for so long, I also became isolated. If you had not come to the Underworld, I would never have been able to meet Lord Xiao."
Lin Heng's brows furrowed slightly. Staring at her, he said, "This fate is a little too coincidental. I merely spent six thousand Spirit Stones to buy a sword, and it was even a sword with no grade or rank. Was it destiny in the dark, or a path that a chess piece had to take?"
"No matter how this game seems to proceed, there is a great invisible hand manipulating it from the shadows. It can't be this Lord Xiao you speak of, can