Chen Yan did not answer Xuan Huaihan's question.
The Falling Star Sword in his hand let out a series of resonant hums.
Now, his cultivation had reached the Guiyi Realm.
Although he would need to reach the Ascension Realm to fully unleash the power of the immortal sword in his hand,
the residual might he could now draw from the Falling Star Sword with his Guiyi Realm cultivation was already enough to crush any Guiyi Realm cultivator with ease.
Seeing that Chen Yan had given no answer, Xuan Huaihan's expression first grew even graver. Then he continued:
"May I ask, Your Excellency, why you're interfering in Miaochuan Sect's internal affairs?"
Chen Yan still said nothing.
Xuan Huaihan knew full well that his opponent was unquestionably stronger than he was.
Whether it was their clash of sword qi, or the way his opponent had charged alone into the vortex, pulled him out, and smashed him hard against the Mountain Wall—
he had been unable to resist at all.
And furthermore...
Xuan Huaihan's gaze fell once more on the dark, profound sword in Chen Yan's hand.
That sword's grade surpassed that of any magical treasure he had ever seen.
And his opponent seemed to be a Sword Cultivator.
Everyone knew that when a Sword Cultivator got their hands on a sword that suited them, the battle strength they could bring forth was far greater than the sum of its parts.
Considering his current predicament, his best option was to yield.
That was what Xuan Huaihan thought.
"I'll give you two choices."
Chen Yan finally spoke. His voice was calm, as though he were stating something trivial:
"The first: step down as Sect Master of Miaochuan Sect and appoint Ni Hai as its next Sect Master. From then on, never involve yourself in