Yin Moyin discussed the matter with the elders, then addressed the crowd. "Regarding Sang Yu Mu's treasured sword, after the Saint Sect's campaign at the Saint Fire Underworld Abyss, our sect will issue a separate announcement. If nothing unexpected happens, the method of selecting its master should be the same as when the Night Feather Sword Master was chosen back then—through designated trials, selecting from among the younger generation."
"Really?" Nie Wushuang said in delight. "Then we shall return and await your sect's news."
He had thought there was no longer any chance. Hearing those words, Nie Wushuang felt as if the path had twisted through mountains and rivers before suddenly opening into a new vista.
Yu Ziping's expression darkened, somewhat disappointed by Yin Moyin's declaration. If it was limited to the younger generation, then he would have no chance to involve himself. But when he thought of the many outstanding descendants within his clan, and how they still had a chance to claim it, his heart settled considerably.
Su Wangyao said nothing, his face iron-blue as he left with the crowd.
For her, failing to complete the task Jun Ziya had assigned her on this trip was failure upon failure. She did not even know how she would explain herself after returning.
Though some of those remaining still harbored doubts about Jun Ziyi obtaining the Night Feather Sword, with Nie Yuanbai's rebuke and the Heaven Night Sword Sect's defense standing in their way, they did not dare rashly investigate whether there was any trickery involved. After agonizing over it for a long while, they could only leave in disgrace.
Li Qiuhe glanced over the area and saw Yin Moyin and the others from the Heaven Night Sword Sect busy seeing off Soul Masters from various friendly factions. Jun Ziyi,