Lin Luoyu looked slightly surprised. She had not expected Senior Bai to have once been the owner of Azure Darkness...
No wonder a single sword could hold down the myriad swords across the mountains.
Senior Bai never spoke about her past. Eldest Senior Sister had once asked out of curiosity, but Senior Bai's answer had been-I'm still too young. I haven't been through much.
And so Senior Bai's age remained a secret.
At first, she had been introduced as Martial Uncle Xie's older sister, and no one had questioned it.
Only later did they learn that she was Martial Uncle Xie's master, as well as the Heavenly Derivation Sect's Grand Elder.
Their guesses about Senior Bai's age had gone straight from under a hundred to several hundred.
Cui Hao's guess had been the boldest-or rather, Cui Hao had always been bold. He thought Senior Bai was at least eight hundred years old.
Lin Luoyu, however, did not feel much about age. It was better to judge people by their conduct.
Treating others sincerely at twenty was good.
Stealing, cheating, abducting, and swindling at eighty was bad.
Age was only a count. It did not represent a person's morals or character, nor did it represent their intelligence.
This time, however, she could glimpse a little of Senior Bai's past. There was something of a fateful encounter about it, but it also satisfied her old curiosity.
Lin Luoyu readied herself and looked curiously toward the younger Bai Xuanling.
Within the dream of the past.
Having received Bai Xuanling's answer, the elderly Swordsmith began adding the final materials to the sword furnace.
The ritual shifted, spiritual energy gushed forth, and immense black flames surged and roared.
As the materials were added, Azure Darkness, which had already taken the shape of a sword, could