With a single glance, Su Shi'er could tell that Feng Jianxing's condition was clearly wrong.
It was not merely that he was depressed; it was plainly a sign that his state of mind had been damaged and his Dao heart shattered.
Greatly surprised, Su Shi'er's gaze fell on Feng Jianxing. After pausing only briefly, it immediately locked onto a sword sheath strapped to Feng Jianxing's back.
The sword sheath was tattered and old, and crucially, only half of it remained.
Inside the sheath, the flying sword was likewise in a half-broken state.
There was not the slightest trace of spiritual charm upon the flying sword. Aside from its material being exceptionally hard, it was not much different from a mundane worldly object.
"This is... Feng Jianxing's flying sword?"
"Judging by its state, this sword seems to have been forcibly destroyed by some powerful force."
"Could Feng Jianxing's damaged state of mind now also be related to this broken flying sword?"
Su Shi'er narrowed his eyes. In an instant, he already had guesses and judgments in his heart.
Feng Jianxing being a top-tier artifact-refining master was true, but that did not conflict with his being skilled in the Sword Dao.
Not to mention that Feng Jianxing's original name itself contained the character for sword.
At this moment, the sword sheath on his back had already become like this, yet he still carried it behind him.
It was difficult for Su Shi'er not to think in that direction.
And just as Su Shi'er was pondering, he saw Feng Jianxing fly over to Xu Zhenyue's side.
His lips moved slightly, yet not the slightest sound came out.
He was clearly using a voice-transmission technique to tell Xu Zhenyue something.
A moment later, Xu Zhenyue gave a slight nod and cast Feng Jianxing a