Xu Yi knew very well that the stripes he had just peeled away might be both the Bixiu Sword's restrictions and its essence. There might even be soul imprints of the Gong family mixed in among them.
But Xu Yi wasn't in a hurry. There was still time. This was like putting together building blocks; as long as he kept experimenting, he would eventually succeed.
Just as Xu Yi, hidden in the Purple Domain Space, set to work on the Bixiu Sword, now scattered into pieces, an intense argument was taking place in the clan temple atop Mount Hangu, home of the Gong family's ancestral clan.
There were only nine participants, but they were the nine most powerful members of the Gong family. Many of them were people whose names Gong Xian had mentioned when begging Xu Yi to spare his life. A few, however, were people whose very existence even Gong Xian hadn't known about.
From the very beginning, the meeting had been mired in heated debate.
"Seventh Elder, I just don't understand why you insist on locking horns with an ant. An ant that hasn't even cut away the corpse qi of the Lower Corpse. Look at all the trouble you've caused with your schemes. And now even the clan's treasured Bixiu Sword is lost, yet you still want the clan to step up its efforts. Are we all supposed to drop everything and follow you around the world swatting flies?"
The Third Elder who spoke looked refined, but his temper was extremely hot.
It was worth noting that the nine members of the Gong family present represented no fewer than seven generations.
Those with direct blood ties used the customary forms of address, as in the mortal world. The rest were distinguished by numbers, according to their