"Teacher Sword Venerable, please save me!"
Rumble!
Crimson Flame Sword Domain.
Sword Venerable sat in the seat of honor in the main hall, contemplating his divine ability.
Around him, boundless sword intent lay contained like an abyss, conjuring visions of stars appearing and vanishing.
Having his life in Jiang Yan's hands had been both a gain and a loss for Sword Venerable.
There was no need to mention what he had lost. But in return, he had gained the true Space-Splitting Sword Intent from Jiang Yan. It had inspired him without end, so that whenever he had a spare moment lately, he would contemplate this divine ability, and even his cultivation had made a little progress.
However, just then, a figure suddenly plunged into this secret realm.
He was a handsome man: Ling Yan, the true prodigy of the Fengming Clan's current generation and the Crimson Flame Sword Sect's Sword Heir.
But at that moment, this prodigy was in a wretched state.
Thud!
Before Sword Venerable could properly react, Ling Yan's legs gave way and he dropped to his knees on the stone steps.
The fire crystals, each as hard as gold, shattered beneath the prodigy's knees, but he seemed not to feel the pain. Instead, he braced himself with both hands against the ground and looked up at Sword Venerable.
"Teacher, please save me!"
The Sword Sect's talented young man had all but lost his wits.
"Ling Yan, don't panic. You are my Sword Sect's Sword Heir, and the Crimson Flame Sword Sect stands behind you."
Sword Venerable slowly raised his eyes. Countless Sword Shadows flickered around him.
His gaze swept over Ling Yan, kneeling before him, and his voice remained calm.
"With the Sword Sect protecting you, and me protecting you, who in the Fengming Clan could touch