"You've already said this much. Why not just tell me everything?"
"Why keep holding back?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
"There's no point in telling you."
"I advise you to know less."
"Until you're strong enough to stand against those people, try not to draw attention to yourself, and definitely don't provoke them."
"Otherwise, you won't come to a good end."
"You've seen how strong the Old Beggar is, right? The Sword Protecting Clan is about as strong as he is, and some of them are even stronger."
"From that, you can see just how terrifying those people are. They're nothing like the Sword Cultivators in the Burial Sword Land make them seem."
The Old Beggar could rank among the top five in the Burial Sword Land. Yet in the Chaos Sword Tomb, there was a whole group of people with strength like his—and they were only there to suppress the Myriad Demon Sword.
So how strong were the people who sent them there in the first place?
"Good. The stronger they are, the more fun this'll be."
"But if you don't want to tell me now, I won't force you."
"You've been so sincere, so I can't exactly fall short, can I?"
"Freeing your sword body? Easy."
Hearing Chen Changan's words, the Myriad Demon Sword trembled all over. This was a shackle that had tormented it for countless years, yet Chen Changan had made it sound so effortless.
Although the Myriad Demon Sword had placed its hopes in Chen Changan, it had only wanted to give it a try.
After all, these three were the only ones who had come in all these years. It had no other options.
"You're not just bragging, are you?"
"A real man never brags!"
"You're that amazing?"
"Heh. So strong it's outrageous!"