Liu Hao spoke in a low voice. "The Thirteen Swords originated from the Sword Stele. A long time ago, an elder of my Liu family disappeared. He was the only person in his generation to master the Thirteen Swords, and he carried the inheritance with him. But after he vanished, the Thirteen Swords were lost to the world. I never expected that elder to have gone to the Abandoned Land. You're his descendant."
After hearing Liu Hao's words, Liu Tianmu narrowed her eyes.
"Hand over the Thirteen Swords, and I can spare your life. After all, you're also a descendant of my Liu family." Liu Hao spoke sternly, his gaze burning. It wasn't greed that drove him—he pursued the sword, and the Thirteen Swords held an immense appeal for him.
"Liu Hao, stand down." Xia Shen Fei's voice rang out, sounding a little strange.
Liu Hao frowned and turned to look at Xia Shen Fei. He saw the excitement in Xia Shen Fei's eyes, along with an indescribable expression. His face changed. This was bad. He was in trouble. Xia Shen Fei had gotten carried away.
"Brother Xia, this woman is a descendant of my Liu family. Please show her mercy," Liu Hao said.
Xia Shen Fei grinned, looking thrilled. "I'll spare her life. Stand aside. I'll play this game."
Liu Hao was helpless. He knew Xia Shen Fei well. They usually got along casually, but once Xia Shen Fei got carried away, no one should provoke him. Even those closest to him would end up in trouble. With that thought, Liu Hao leaped away and retreated to the edge.
Whether they were willing to admit it or not, they were always a step below the young ancestor—and that single step was a world of difference.
The gap between them