"Big Brother Lu, you..." Ye Ziyu's eyes immediately grew misty as she looked at Lu Xiaotian. Ye Ziyu had originally been somewhat downcast as well. Having lost her memories, and with City Lord Ye gone, she no longer had any relatives or anyone to rely on. Only now did she suddenly realize that the people familiar with her—in fact, the person most important to her—had always been guarding her side, shielding her from the wind and rain and keeping watch against those who cultivated various sword arts.
After hearing Ye Qianxun mention it, Ye Ziyu realized that the cultivation art she practiced truly was one Lu Xiaotian had cultivated before: the Misty Sword Art, as well as that Primordial Spirit. It was just that Lu Xiaotian seemed to possess far more subsidiary Primordial Spirits than she did, and they were far stronger.
"You possess an independent subsidiary Primordial Spirit, yet you can still remember Ye Ziyu. I presume you haven't lost your memories—and that you also possess the complete cultivation art for splitting one's divine sense." A trace of unconcealed longing appeared in Ye Qianxun's eyes.
"I can give you the cultivation art, but you must swear a vicious oath to let Ye Ziyu and me leave, and you must not use any means or method to order anyone else to deal with us." Lu Xiaotian spoke up. Even Ye Ziyu, despite her current realm, had once cultivated the Soul-Splitting Secret Art, but later could not endure its suffering and had not split her Primordial Spirit again. As her realm rose afterward, her Primordial Spirit grew increasingly stable, while the chances of splitting it and causing injury—even collapse—increased greatly. Even Lu Xiaotian himself had not dared cultivate this art again after reaching the Spirit Severing Realm.
As for Ye Qianxun