As the Sect Master's Personal Disciple in what had once been a renowned Sword Forging sect, Li Daoyan could not possibly have been unaware of the Kunwu Sword.
Moreover, not only had he heard of the Kunwu Sword, he knew perfectly well that his entire sect had migrated to Outer Heaven not merely to escape the Cultivation World's pursuit of the Severed Head Alliance, but also to search for several ancient Immortal Swords of Divine Weapon caliber lost in Outer Heaven.
Among them was the Kunwu Sword.
Feeling the faint warmth flowing from the Kunwu Sword's hilt into his palm, Li Daoyan found his usually steady state of mind beginning to surge violently.
Just like his emotions at that moment.
Indeed, Li Daoyan had always felt guilty about failing to board the ship back then, about not accompanying his master Qi Songyang, Zhu Songyu, and the others to Outer Heaven.
But he had never truly regretted it.
That was also why his Dao heart had remained so steadfast despite being called a Heretical Cultivator.
Yet today, when he once again sensed the presence unique to the Heavenly Sword Sect's Sword Forging masters within the Kunwu Sword, he regretted it.
Li Daoyan tightened his grip on the Kunwu Sword. As he poured all the Sword Qi from his Qi Mansion into it, he murmured, a trace of shame in his eyes:
"They actually did it."
Back then, he had not boarded the ship.
One reason was that, in his eyes, searching Outer Heaven for fragments of ancient Divine Weapons was nothing short of fishing a needle out of the vast sea.
It was a foolish waste of time.
But to his surprise, these fellow disciples of his had actually accomplished what he had considered nothing more than a waste of time.