"This sword is none other than Han Guang...!"
"Yun Li," Huaiyan stared at Yun Li:
"This guest has brought back your late father's masterpiece, why don't you thank him properly?"
As soon as these words were spoken, everyone present was stunned.
This sword... was actually forged by Yun Li's father?
Yan Huan blinked, not expecting to catch another piece of gossip.
Pavor was immediately overjoyed, looking at Yun Li whose face was gradually turning pale, "I didn't expect this sword to actually come from your esteemed father. To be able to return it to its rightful owner, it's truly—"
"Grandpa!" Yun Li suddenly shouted.
"Give me that sword right now, I want to melt down the root of disaster left behind by that man!"
"Still a root of disaster?!" Yan Huan sensed the scent of an even bigger gossip.
"Yun Li!" Hearing these words, Huaiyan raised his volume and scolded:
"How rude! Apologize to the guest who has traveled from afar at once!"
"..."
After a moment of silence, Yun Li turned to look at Pavor.
"Sorry!"
"No—" Pavor just wanted to reply when he was interrupted by Yun Li again.
"But apologies are apologies, I will still personally melt down this magic sword!"
"I will never let it fall into anyone's hands!"
"..." Huaiyan took a deep breath, "Yun Li, you go outside first."
"..."
Hesitating for a moment, Yun Li walked out of Sichen Palace right in front of everyone.
After she left, Huaiyan sighed to everyone present:
"Sigh."
"It was precisely considering this kind of situation that I kept it from her."
"I originally didn't want to cause complications, but instead it backfired. Could there truly be a will of heaven in the dark?"
After Yun Li left, Huaiyan started making polite small talk with the delegations