"What happened?" Ge Xuanyi looked solemnly at Mo Yun. Blade light glimmered in his cloudy eyes, and boundless sharpness erupted from his aged, decaying body.
Mo Yun wasted no words and went straight to the point. "Senior, the Origin Returning Blade Canon we practice is incomplete."
Ge Xuanyi froze at those words, then asked in astonishment, "Little Mo, have you gleaned something new from the Ancient Blade again?"
He had only just emerged from seclusion and did not know Mo Yun had already visited the Ruins, so he had yet to grasp the situation.
Before Mo Yun could speak, Liu Xiyan explained, "Here's what happened, Grandmaster Ancestor. Last month, Junior Brother Mo and I went to the Ruins, then visited the Blade Tower Ruins Site and underwent a trial there."
Understanding dawned on Ge Xuanyi. Rather than concern himself with whether the Origin Returning Blade Canon was complete, he looked at Mo Yun anxiously. "Little Mo, did you encounter any danger in the Secret Realm? Were you injured?"
Mo Yun shook his head with a chuckle.
He had been injured a teeny hundred-million-bit, but he had already recovered.
"Did anyone bully you? If anyone did, tell this old man. I've recovered some of my strength now. I'll take you there and demand an explanation!"
As he spoke, golden blade-light marks shone in Ge Xuanyi's eyes. He stood solemn and imposing, like a peerless blade about to leave its sheath.
He knew there were certain unusual beings in the Ruins' Inner City, strange, ghostly things whose tricks could catch someone off guard.
Although those beings did not normally wander around and stayed within specific areas, they were all in the Inner City, so encountering them was still possible.
There had been nothing he could do when his cultivation was wasting away.