Wusheng Sword Master

Sikong Jing smiled. Then her eyes flashed as she said, "Jing Daoyou, what exactly is your Wusheng Sword Pavilion looking for? Could you reveal just a little? I really am terribly curious."

"This is a sect secret," the black-robed man said coldly.

"All right, then." Sikong Jing shrugged indifferently. She then sat up straight again, her sharp gaze fixed on him.

"Then the Blood Fiend Sword Embryo we agreed upon before—your pavilion will not go back on its word, will it?"

"Fellow Daoist Sikong's concerns are entirely unnecessary. Since the Sword Master agreed, how could he possibly go back on his word? Within five years, that sword embryo will be delivered to your family." The black-robed man's expression remained blank.

"Excellent." Sikong Jing smiled and raised her wine cup in invitation.

"My apologies. Jing gave up drinking long ago." Leaving behind those words, the black-robed man flashed away and vanished from where he stood.

After the black-robed man left, Sikong Jing slowly narrowed her keen eyes, then asked the white-haired, white-bearded yet imposing old man beside her:

"Uncle Tai, what do you think this Wusheng Sword Pavilion is trying to do?

In previous years, they already dug up over a hundred places along the edge of our Sikong Family's territory. Now they have come to continue in the Jinchang Archipelago."

At this point, she gave a deeply dissatisfied snort.

"Those old fools in the family have truly lost their minds. So what if it is a Blood Fiend Sword Embryo?

What matters most to us now is obtaining a sufficient quantity of Illusory Spirit Five Elements Jade Embryos.

Yet they told me to cooperate with these Wusheng Sword Pavilion people as much as possible. Are they not afraid of drawing the Illusion Butterfly Palace's attention?

If we fail to obtain