"Where exactly have we come to?"
At the foot of the mountain, Lu Changfeng looked speechlessly at Lu Unrivaled beside him.
Lu Unrivaled, meanwhile, remained utterly calm. He looked left, then right, before finally pointing ahead.
"Go forward."
Lu Unrivaled wore an exceedingly mysterious expression, his tone incomparably certain.
Lu Changfeng, however, was full of doubt.
"Are you sure? You've pointed out who knows how many wrong paths along the way. I'm starting not to trust you. This time, you have to give me a reason. Otherwise, we're following me."
Lu Changfeng began throwing a tantrum. Following his older brother all this way, they had seen nothing but mountains and roads. Forget any strange traces—even a single hair was nowhere to be found.
In any case, he had had enough. They clearly did not know the location, yet his brother insisted on putting on such an unfathomable act.
"Because there's only one path in front of us. Also, don't question your brother."
Lu Unrivaled scratched the sole of his foot, then gave Lu Changfeng a solid thump. He walked ahead alone, while Lu Changfeng could only follow his older brother.
There was no helping it. Who told him he could not beat him?
"I never expected this sword to be so domineering. Subduing it will take some time."
Seeing that the injury on her hand had been completely healed by Ye Lin, Zhao Ling'er said dejectedly. Ever since childhood, she had always been someone who hated trouble.
At this moment, even if the item before her was a supreme artifact, she no longer wanted it.
"I'll give it a try."
Seeing Zhao Ling'er like this, Ye Lin stepped forward.
Trying did not cost anything, after all.
Arriving before the Blooddrinking Sword of the Fallen Emperor, Ye Lin reached out and