If only Chu Huai Xu thought the Bronze Sword was ugly, perhaps it was because he was wearing tinted glasses.
After all, what happened on Hidden Spirit Mountain had not been pleasant.
But if everyone thought it was ugly, then it was no longer a matter of personal taste.
It was simply ugly.
Chu Huai Xu's impression of the Dao Ancestor had always been that he was a very gentle person. He had never expected him to find this sword somewhat distasteful as well.
"But thinking about it, that makes sense. In the entire Xuanhuang Realm, he's the only one who can suppress this sword."
"For a Sword Cultivator, a sword is the best 'fashion item' and the finest accessory."
"But for the Dao Ancestor, it means having to carry such an ugly sword around all the time."
Anyone would be somewhat unwilling.
Chu Huai Xu had thought that a cool breeze would blow past, the surrounding scene would dissipate, and he would be ready to watch the "next episode."
To his slight surprise, however, the entire small world suddenly froze again.
"Don't tell me I have to Borrow Sword again, and this time the target is this Bronze Sword?" He froze for a moment.
But the sword had already been sealed. How was he supposed to borrow it?
Could it be that he had to undo the Restriction?
Unexpectedly, the Dao Ancestor suddenly took the Black Sword Sheath out of his Storage Artifact.
Then, he placed the Black Bead from the sheath in his palm.
The next moment, he turned his head slightly and looked in Chu Huai Xu's direction.
Although Dead Fox still could not see the Dao Ancestor's expression clearly or remember his features, he somehow felt that the Dao Ancestor was probably wearing a faint smile