No one knew what it looked like when the world suddenly fell silent in a single instant.
But it was probably something like this.
The entire front courtyard of the Elder Hall suddenly fell quiet. Every person present had their mouths hanging wide open, all of them dumbfounded, frozen like wooden chickens.
Everyone could only stare blankly as the Ancient Sword fell into Li Yun's hand.
Li Yun himself was stunned too.
He had no idea this Ancient Sword could fucking move, much less fly down from the crossbeam on its own and come to him.
The Zhenyue Mountain Sword, which he had only just comprehended to the Initiation Realm, could no longer be performed.
He held Zhao Xiaohan's broadsword in one hand and the Ancient Sword in the other, staring blankly at everyone.
"Th-this... what's going on?"
After sweeping his gaze around, he looked back at Zhao Xiaohan, figuring Zhao Xiaohan ought to know what was happening. After all, this Ancient Sword had belonged to Zhao Xiaohan's ancestor.
Yet Zhao Xiaohan was sucking in huge breaths, desperately trying to suppress the raging waves in his heart.
Fuck, what he feared most had really come to pass.
The Ancient Sword that had hung motionless from the Elder Hall's front hall beam for a hundred years had finally resonated with someone—but the person who had stirred that resonance was not him.
What the fuck was this feeling?
It was like pursuing a goddess for years, just as she was about to become yours, only for her to suddenly throw herself into someone else's arms right in front of you.
It hurt even worse than having a knife stabbed through his heart.
Ahhhhhhh!
"Brother Zhao, what's going on? Why did the Ancient Sword fly down by itself?"
"Li Yun... you bastard, and