Xiao Muyu appeared on schedule to inspect the post.
Seeing this scene, she was extremely satisfied. Compared with that conspicuous idiot, she still preferred this sort of decisiveness that spoke little and wasted no words.
In a great age, hesitation would only be a Burial Bell!
The Sword Spirit dazed for a moment, then said, "Lady Xiao, when do you plan to come out?"
"No hurry. I still have to wait for that heaven-answering person. Isn't he going to take Su Lian'er away from the Underworld? Without my help, he won't even have the right to leave."
"Keep watching him for me. If trouble breaks out, come to the Underworld to find me!"
"Yes!"
Xiao Muyu's yin soul dispersed and sank directly into the Sword Spirit's brow.
The Sword Spirit was the Sword Spirit of the Nine Heavens Sword. The Nine Heavens Sword was in fact Xiao Muyu's personal sword; it had only been accidentally left in the Immortal Realm back then when she was breaking through the barrier of the Underworld.
So she simply laid out a scheme and guided Lin Heng into digging up the sword.
This was why, when the Nine Heavens Sword was dug out by others, it was nothing but broken copper and rotten iron that no one coveted, yet once it fell into Lin Heng's hands, it became a treasure without grade or rank.
If not for that layer of relationship in the future, did he really think Lin Heng could subdue the Nine Heavens Sword with a few words of threats?
The slaughter ended.
Everyone knelt together and removed the gray-robed hoods from their heads.
Beneath the gray robes were men and women, old and young. At this moment, they all trembled and did not dare speak.
"Lord Lin, everyone should be here!"