Ice Soul Cold Light Sword Grass. In less than half a quarter of an hour, the howl of Sword Qi came from outside the Cave Mansion.
The sound was sharp and brief, showing just how fast the Flying Sword was.
The silver-white Flood Dragon burrowed back into the sword sheath behind Sword Master Hai Zhen, and two Nascent Soul True Lords arrived together.
One wore a solemn expression and was unsmiling, while the other had pale green Different Pupils and an extraordinary bearing.
Both were elders of the Spirit Plant Hall of the Sword Palace and had met Lu Xuan several times. The former was named Li Xuanchen and possessed profound attainments in the Spirit Plant Dao; the latter was named Gu Yun, and the Different Pupils he was born with could discern the vitality of plants and trees.
"Greetings, Martial Uncles."
Lu Xuan hurriedly flew out and welcomed the two of them into the Cave Mansion.
"Junior Brothers, there's no need for me to introduce Lu Xuan to you, is there? He is one of the very best disciples of my Still True Sword Peak."
Jian Hai Zhen walked out with a smile, looking exactly like a parent showing off his outstanding child to outsiders.
"Martial nephew Lu is indeed a rare genius. He actually improved a new kind of Fifth Grade Sword Grass."
Gu Yun smiled as he looked at Lu Xuan, his eyes filled with admiration.
"Let us look at the sword grass first."
A trace of a smile squeezed onto Li Xuanchen's stiff face as he slowly spoke.
"Martial Uncles, this way, please."
Hearing this, Lu Xuan led the two of them into the Spirit Field.
The instant they saw the Thunder Abyss Sword Grass seedlings, both their eyes lit up.
Li Xuanchen seemed to cross