He quickly cast aside these distracting thoughts.
He focused on the stone slab before him.
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."
He swung his sword without pause, striking almost the exact same spot every time.
He had trained the Leng Family's Nine Swords to a profound level, and his fundamentals ran deep. Precisely striking the same spot was no difficult task.
He had long since lost count of how many times he had swung, sensing the minute changes in the stone slab.
"Stop!"
A sharp shout suddenly rang out. Leng Yuqing arrived gracefully beside a middle-aged man.
With an angry cry, she stepped forward and snatched Leng Tieya's longsword away. "You're simply fooling around!"
Leng Tieya hurriedly said, "Big Sister, I'm doing something serious. Don't make trouble!"
"I think you've gone mad! This is the supreme treasure of our Leng Family, yet you dare to treat it so recklessly!"
"I'm only cutting away a tiny corner. It won't matter." Leng Tieya helplessly set down the stone slab.
He then rose and cupped his fists in salute. "Third Paternal Granduncle."
The middle-aged man before him had a cold, imposing air. His eyes burned brightly, as though they could illuminate the depths of one's heart. Without anger, he still inspired awe.
Naturally, he recognized this man as Leng Changhe, his father's third uncle.
The previous generation's Family Head.
He had now withdrawn to the position of family elder, overseeing part of the Leng Family's hidden forces.
Leng Changhe waved a hand, sat before the stone table, and examined him. "Yuqing tells me you wish to find the other half of the stone slab?"
"Granduncle, where did this stone slab come from?"
"It fell from the heavens into the Demon Realm and was found by our ancestor.