Ancestor Gu Liang and Xue Pingzhi truly stopped fighting.
In truth, in that situation just now, the latter had acted rashly in the heat of the moment, while the former had been forced into it. All they wanted was likely some time to catch their breath and a way down the slope.
Yet this also showed Yu Nan's standing. Among Ancestor Gu Liang's disciples, he was not the most gifted, but he was universally acknowledged to possess the finest innate character. In other words, Yu Nan's nature was pure, and he possessed formidable willpower and decisiveness. He rarely spoke lightly, but once he did, even Ancestor Gu Liang had to listen seriously, just as he did now.
Yu Nan had driven Qu Cheng away earlier and was still at the edge of this vast open stratum, some distance from them, yet his voice carried over loud and clear:
"The Xuan Huang Killing Sword is a peerless sword artifact. How difficult is it to destroy its Sword Spirit? It cannot be accomplished in less than ten or twenty years. This disciple is untalented, yet I am willing to remain here and guard this place until it is done."
What kind of nonsense was this?
Shao Changping, Luo Yuniang, and the others were thoroughly bewildered. Xue Pingzhi said nothing, while Ancestor Gu Liang fell into contemplation.
Yu Nan was not one to mystify matters. Once he drew closer, he asked Yu Ci directly, "The Sword Spirit has only just been born. When will it mature?"
With one sentence, he struck straight at the heart of the matter.
At present, Xuan Huang was being nurtured within the "furnace." Its spiritual awareness had just been born, yet it had to wield such wondrous sword intent as the Twelve Jade Towers Heavenly Sound. It was