"Hmm. The Demon Refining Pot was not properly refined, and your cultivation of the Divine Blade Sect's mental arts is lacking. Why would the Demon Refining Pot be entrusted to a disciple of such shallow cultivation as you?"
"This..." Bai Yanqiu was left speechless.
"Is there anyone else here? Have them all withdraw. No one may remain within fifty zhang, or this Daoist will kill without mercy!" Huan Wuxin said expressionlessly. "The fellow Daoist who brought me here must stay."
"Yes!" Bai Yanqiu answered, then said to the others, "All of you, withdraw. No one may remain within a hundred zhang of this hall, or they will be killed without mercy!"
Knowing the matter was confidential, everyone immediately departed.
Zhang Xiaohua, standing beside them, wore a bitter expression. From the looks of it, what Huan Wuxin was about to explain was precisely what he had told Zhang Xiaohua in the Huan Ruins. This was no trivial matter; the fewer people who knew, the better. Yet Huan Wuxin had immobilized him, leaving him unable to move. Even if he did not wish to listen, he had no choice but to hear it.
Sure enough, Huan Wuxin said, "As the disciple entrusted with the sect-protecting treasure of my Divine Blade Sect, you must hold some standing within the sect. Do you... know who I am?"
Bai Yanqiu respectfully replied, "This disciple has seen the portrait of the Founding Ancestor in the Divine Blade Sect's Secret Chamber, so naturally I recognize you, Ancestor."
"Good. It is enough that you know this Daoist. Yet your cultivation is so weak; presumably, my Divine Blade Sect has now fallen into decline."
"Yes. To report to Ancestor, our Divine Blade Sect was destroyed several thousand years ago by the Incense-Passing Cult, the Misty Sect, Great Forest Temple,