Chu Zhiyuan looked as though he still had lingering fear. Hastily slipping the Golden Sword into his sleeve, he let out a long breath. "That was close!"
He looked up at the sky and shook his head. "My Giant Spirit Sword is truly gone."
The four old men scrutinized him.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "You four seniors should also possess spirit swords or other Spirit Artifacts. Why not give it a try? This altar truly holds hidden wonders."
The round-faced old man snapped irritably, "Do you think Spirit Artifacts can be obtained whenever you want?!"
Chu Zhiyuan merely smiled without speaking.
The round-faced old man snorted. "You must be highly favored in the Heavenly Sword Sect, shouldn't you?"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "I obtained this sword myself. It does not belong to the sect."
"A fortuitous encounter?"
"Yes."
"Your luck is truly absurdly good!" The round-faced old man was deeply disgruntled.
Spirit Artifacts were exceedingly rare in this world. The four of them were merely Attendants and were not qualified to receive one.
Chu Zhiyuan sighed. "If my luck were truly good, I wouldn't have gained and then lost the Giant Spirit Sword... A spirit sword!"
He wore an expression of aching regret.
Yet the four old men found the sight immensely satisfying.
The value of a spirit sword was astonishing. Losing one meant suffering a tremendous loss.
Such a tremendous loss was also retribution for his rash and unbridled behavior, saving the four of them the trouble of teaching him a lesson themselves.
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Four seniors, what secret place is this Imperial Ancestral Temple, exactly?"
"You need not know!" the burly old man said gravely. "It is time for you to leave!"
Chu Zhiyuan said, "Then this junior shall take his leave and go offer worship."
The burly old