At this, Wu Zhen paused, his expression tinged with tender recollection.
After a long while, he drew a deep breath before continuing:
"These two swords were originally forged by a husband-and-wife pair of swordsmiths."
"The man was called Ganjiang, and the woman was called Moye."
"Later, the couple was hunted down by their enemies. Before they died, they entrusted their respective swords to a senior of Mount Shu for safekeeping."
"That senior passed away in meditation within the Sword Graveyard, and Ganjiang's sword was left there as well."
"Who would have thought you brat would be so lucky as to gain the Ganjiang Sword's recognition?"
Wu Zhen did not go into great detail.
After hearing this, Chen Changqing did not press further. He merely nodded and said:
"Grandmaster."
"Then does that mean the Moye Sword is also in the Sword Graveyard?"
Hearing Chen Changqing's question, Wu Zhen gave a bitter smile and shook his head as he answered:
"I don't know about that."
"By all reason, the swords of the Ganjiang couple should both have been on that Mount Shu senior."
"But there is also the possibility that it was lost outside."
Chen Changqing frowned slightly, looking deep in thought.
In his view, since he had gained the Ganjiang Sword's recognition, he should have sensed something if the Moye Sword were also within the Sword Graveyard.
That being the case, the possibility that the Moye Sword had been left outside seemed greater.
Just as Chen Changqing was lost in thought, Wu Zhen shifted his gaze and looked straight at him, his face grave as he said:
"Kid, you must be careful on this trip."
Chen Changqing nodded. He did not linger any longer, bidding Wu Zhen farewell before leaving.
Watching Chen Changqing's receding figure, Wu Zhen narrowed his eyes slightly