"Oh? What happened to him?"
Li Qingqiu asked without changing his expression. Every time he saw Li Sifeng's Fate, he couldn't help worrying, afraid the boy would stray down the wrong path. So when he heard Xue Jin bring up Li Sifeng, his heart gave a thump.
Xue Jin took a deep breath. "He's in Dongling Prefecture, pursuing a divine sword called the Emperor Profound Sword. It's an ancient sword with a thousand years of history. They say whoever gets it will gain the power to dominate the martial world. For its sake, he's gotten himself embroiled in a great feud. I tried to talk him out of it, but he gave me an earful and told me to hurry back and report on the mission. He said I didn't need to worry about him."
"The Emperor Profound Sword? Do you know what this great feud is about?"
Li Qingqiu followed up. After the battle in the prefectural capital, Li Sifeng had been quite taken with Xu Ning's Thunder-Attracting Banner, but Li Qingqiu hadn't agreed to give it to him.
Li Qingqiu didn't entirely doubt the existence of divine weapons in the martial world. The Cold Abyss Blade, once wielded by the Demonic Sect's protector, had been extraordinary. Though it wasn't a magical artifact, it contained a peculiar chill, perhaps due to its material.
The Cold Abyss Blade was known as a demonic blade. Li Qingqiu hadn't given it to any of his disciples; he still kept it in his room, waiting for someone destined to wield it.
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