Sword

Before the Mishui River, Yin'er paid her respects to Prince Yan, then directly ignored a certain someone and trotted over to the woman beside him. In a sweet voice, she said, "Little Master's Wife, I'm Yin'er."

A'man looked at the little girl before her, a warm smile appearing on her face. She raised a hand and patted the latter's little head, saying softly, "Good girl."

Not far away, Lingzhi stood there somewhat timidly, not daring to come too close.

Yin'er ran back to the girl's side, pulled her forward, and said, "Little Master's Wife, this is Sister Lingzhi. She is learning swordsmanship with me now."

A'man turned her gaze to the girl, the smile still on her face, and said softly, "Her talent is better than Ning Chen's."

"Little Master's Wife, Ning Chen refuses to take disciples now. Can you take Sister Lingzhi as your disciple?" Yin'er tugged at her arm and pleaded.

"All right."

A'man answered, then looked at the little girl beside her. "Shall I teach you?"

Lingzhi froze, her gaze instinctively turning toward Yin'er beside her.

"Hurry and agree. Little Master's Wife is amazing," Yin'er reminded her.

"All right..."

Lingzhi came back to her senses and answered nervously.

"A'man, take these two children away first. I have something to say to Ning Chen," Prince Yan said calmly.

"Yes."

A'man nodded, set down the sword rack, then looked at the two little girls beside her. "Yin'er, Lingzhi, come with me."

"All right."

Yin'er took Lingzhi's hand and happily followed after her.

Once the three had left, Prince Yan stepped up to the sword rack and waved his hand. A mottled, broken stone sword flew out. In an instant, terrifying killing intent surged forth—the Immortal Slaying Sword reappeared in the mortal world.

The slaughtering immortal sword that had once