After speaking, the scar-faced woman took a Jade Box from her robes and opened it. A dragonlike cry rang out from within. Inside lay a flying sword, its light casting her face blue-green.
An old man beside her said, "As expected of a Magic Treasure refined by an Origin Core Stage cultivator—otherwise, it could never possess such spirituality. Fairy Wu, to think you have a friend like this. Impressive."
The scar-faced woman said, "How could I possibly be qualified to associate with an Origin Core Stage senior? I found this some days ago."
"You found it? Fairy Wu, how did you come by such incredible luck?" the old man asked with a laugh.
The scar-faced woman said, "Speaking of it, it was an extraordinary coincidence—and an extremely dangerous one. Last month, I was hunting demons at sea when I discovered a white-robed woman at the Origin Core Stage fighting four cultivators. Though all of them were at the Origin Core Stage, that woman was an exceedingly formidable sword cultivator. Her swordsmanship was immensely powerful; she fought one against four with room to spare. In less than half an hour, she slew all four cultivators. When one of them died, his flying sword fell right beside me."
Yan Chihuo had originally intended to leave, but upon hearing of a white-robed woman with exceptional swordsmanship, his heart stirred. Could it be Snow Fairy? So he remained where he was.
The old man said, "Fairy Wu, you have quite the nerve to take that flying sword. You should know that female senior is no one to provoke."
The scar-faced woman said, "You think too highly of me. How would I dare?"
The old man asked, "Could it be that female senior gave you this sword?"
The scar-faced woman shook her head. "How could