Ye Yu ignored the man's teasing and silently looked behind them.
They were all bound to stone pillars by chains.
Eight of the pillars stood empty, and presumably the eight withered skeletons outside had been bound there before.
"Ah, didn't expect you to be the aloof type. But it's fine. Be locked up for a few years with nothing to do, and you'll naturally turn into a social butterfly," Lin Qingyang said with a smile.
Among these eleven people, his cultivation was the lowest, the same as Ye Yu's: early Spirit Transformation.
He was a genius of the Purple Firmament Sword Sect who had entered the Sword Tomb ten years ago.
Ye Yu looked at him rather speechlessly. Just as he was about to act, the ground beneath his feet rumbled, and the twentieth stone pillar slowly rose from underground.
Looking at that pillar, Ye Yu knew it had been prepared for him. They wanted him, like the others, to willingly sacrifice himself.
But Ye Yu turned and came before Lin Qingyang instead, frowning as he examined the chains on him.
"Enough looking. You don't want the Purple Firmament Sword Sect destroyed either, do you? Be sensible," Lin Qingyang said with an easy smile.
Whether the Purple Firmament Sword Sect was destroyed or not, Ye Yu truly did not care. He had come here solely for the Purple Firmament Sword.
The other ten also looked over at this moment, seemingly urging Ye Yu on.
"I don't want to be trapped here." Facing their gazes, Ye Yu shrugged. Then, with a turn of his palm, the Purple Firmament Sword appeared in his hand.
"The Purple Firmament Sword! The Holy Son?!" Lin Qingyang's eyes widened in delight.
Looking at the Purple Firmament Sword, restored to its original appearance in his hand, Ye