The torchlight flickered dimly in the dungeon, too weak to reveal their expressions.
Chen Mu extended his Divine Sense and finally made out Chen Yanzhao's condition.
The man had a square face, and the blood and vitality in his body far surpassed that of a Meridian Opening martial artist.
He appeared to be an expert of at least the Innate Blood Exchange Realm.
But Chen Mu noticed signs that his blood and vitality were leaking away, unstable.
He seemed to be injured and was forcibly suppressing it.
As Chen Mu studied him, Chen Yanzhao studied Chen Mu in turn.
"So young, yet you managed to slip into my central command camp. You have some skill."
"Boy, may I have a look at that saber of yours?"
Chen Yanzhao stepped closer, speaking first with a hoarse laugh before abruptly asking for Chen Mu's saber.
Chen Mu recalled what Liu Qingcang had told him before he left and relaxed a little.
His master had said he was an old friend of Lord Chen's and that Chen Mu need not be wary.
So Chen Mu did not refuse. He unfastened the Dragon-Slayer Saber from his waist and offered it with both hands.
"Please, my lord."
Chen Yanzhao took the Dragon-Slayer Saber in his hand.
A sharp gleam burst from the old general's usually restrained eyes, and with a clang, he drew the blade.
The Dragon-Slayer Saber's edge caught the torchlight at once and shone brilliantly.
"A fine saber."
"You truly are Grandmaster Liu's disciple."
Chen Yanzhao ran his rough fingers along the edge, feeling its sharpness as he voiced his praise.
Then he snapped the long saber back into its sheath and tossed it to Chen Mu.
But his use of "Grandmaster" startled both Chen Mu and Xiao Wenbin.
"Lord Chen, my master