Not long afterward, the distance between them exceeded ten meters. Xu Leng was overjoyed. "I won! I won!" She was grateful to Lu Yin.
Lu Yin chuckled. "You two seniors can go left, and I'll head right. In a day, you'll have a quiet place to talk without anyone bothering you."
"No need, little brother," Xu Heng called from behind. "You can listen. It's fine."
Xu Leng glared coldly at Xu Heng. "I won. Does our bet from before still count?"
Lu Yin didn't know what the two of them had wagered, but it had nothing to do with him. Xu Heng was grateful to him too, so that made it even less his concern.
Xu Heng smiled. "Of course it counts. Leng'er, you won."
The corners of Xu Leng's mouth curved up. "You can talk now. I can still listen to an hour of your nonsense."
Xu Heng glanced gratefully at Lu Yin again, then cleared his throat. "Leng'er, I'll get started."
Xu Leng snorted. She neither spoke nor interrupted him.
"First of all, the Yin Yang Sword really isn't in the hands of the Xu Yang Clan," Xu Heng began. Before, whenever he said those words, Xu Leng would interrupt him. Now, constrained by their agreement, she started to speak, then forcibly held back and listened in silence. She still didn't believe him, though.
"I know you don't believe me, so I'll start from the beginning. Back then, the two direct lineages of Venerable Xu Yi—the ancestors of the Xu Yang Clan and the Xu Yin Clan—were senior and junior brothers. The two of them..."
Xu Heng began speaking for an hour. He didn't notice that when the three words "Yin Yang Sword" came up, Lu Yin's expression changed.
The Yin Yang Sword? Could it be the sword