The old Daoist saw Ye Yu's confusion. After pondering for a long while, he finally said faintly, "The Imperial Clan."
Ye Yu's eyes trembled. He knew the Imperial Clan was powerful, but he had never imagined it was so powerful that even a Human Dao Sage would fear it so deeply.
"You'll naturally learn the rest once your strength reaches that point. You can't hide from it." The old Daoist looked at Ye Yu and sighed, paying no attention at all to Zi Xiao beside them, whose eyes were wide as saucers.
After quite some time, Zi Xiao seemed to react. His eyes suddenly widened. "Could it be that you... don't have a spi—"
Before he could finish, the old Daoist shot him a glare, and Zi Xiao immediately shut his mouth resentfully.
After talking for a while longer, the old Daoist vanished.
Only Zi Xiao and Ye Yu remained. After some time had passed, Zi Xiao's figure had grown extremely faint. Clearly, he could not hold on much longer.
The Purple Firmament Sword circled around him, looking reluctant to part.
Zi Xiao reached out and stroked the blade, then turned around and gave Ye Yu a deep look. "The Purple Firmament Sword will follow you from now on. However, it is badly damaged and needs to be nurtured in the sword tomb for a while. When the time comes, it will find you itself."
Ye Yu nodded at those words and said nothing more. After looking at Zi Xiao once more, he turned and left this space.
When Ye Yu emerged, Lin Qingyang came forward at once. He looked Ye Yu over from head to toe, then said after confirming that he was unharmed, "Alright, the Holy Son has come out as well. Let's go."
Naturally, the others had