He had come to the Liu Family for a chance at good fortune. He'd grab one of their people, put on a good show at first, and the consequences wouldn't be too bad.
A full incense stick passed before Lu Yin finally rose. His expression was solemn, his eyes brimming with fervor and respect. He stepped forward, entered the area within ten meters of the Sword Tablet, and gazed up at it.
In the distance, Long Kui sat atop Nian, rising and falling with each step. He'd seen Lu Yin approach the Sword Tablet, then turned away.
He'd never believed Lu Yin could gain anything from it. Looking back through history, how many people had ever received a legacy from the Sword Tablet?
The Liu Family had hundreds of thousands of people, and that was only in the present day. Since they had begun guarding the Sword Tablet, countless generations had come and gone, producing countless prodigies. How many had received its legacy? Outsiders had even less hope. As far as Long Kui knew, even Long Tian, the young ancestor, hadn't received a thing. This Long Qi had even less chance.
Nobody thought Lu Yin could receive the legacy. The Liu Family members around the Sword Tablet sat quietly cultivating, paying him no mind. He was just going through the motions.
Only Liu Tianmu, approaching from behind, stopped at a distance to watch in silence. Others didn't understand Lu Yin, but she knew him well. His cultivation talent was rare beyond compare, and he always seemed to stumble upon opportunities ordinary people couldn't even imagine. She had a feeling that wherever Lu Yin went, something was bound to happen.
As it turned out, Liu Tianmu had been right. The Sword Tablet was glowing.
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