Mu Yunshui was startled as well. She had not expected the Grand Elder's reaction to be so intense. Her lips parted slightly, yet she had no idea what to say.
The Grand Elder seemed to come back to his senses as well. His reaction had indeed been somewhat excessive.
He composed himself slightly, yet instead of returning to his seat, he clasped his hands behind his back and paced around the hall. After a moment, he asked in a deep voice, "How could he possibly know that sword existed? Did Xian'er tell him?"
Mu Yunshui recovered as well and gently shook her head. "No. When we obtained that imitation ancient sword, he seemed to recognize it."
"Hmm? How could that be possible?" The Grand Elder's brow immediately furrowed at those words.
Mu Yunshui quietly observed the Grand Elder's expression. Her own heart was filled with endless questions, and that ancient sword was shrouded in countless mysteries. Why had Chen Fan cared so much about a sword passed down from several centuries ago? Moreover, that sword had once been suppressed and sealed beneath the back mountain by countless icy soul iron chains.
"Grand Elder, what exactly is that sword's origin? Why are all of you so cautious about it? Back then, the Sect Master would not even allow us to take a single step into the sword tomb on the back mountain!" Mu Yunshui carefully probed as she watched the Grand Elder's expression.
The Grand Elder's face darkened at once. With a stern expression, he said, "Do not ask so much. Since the Sect Master told you not to meddle in this matter when you were young, you should not still be harboring curiosity about it. When the time comes, you will naturally be told."
"But... Chen Fan..." Mu Yunshui hesitated.