Lü Bufan rested his hand on his Heavy Sword Wuming and looked at Sword Slave. "What exactly are you trying to prove?"
Sword Slave smiled. "Getting impatient? Heh... come on, how about taking a trip into the Sword Abyss with me?"
Lü Bufan frowned. When Elder Mo had brought him here to settle in, he had warned him not to descend into the Sword Abyss lightly! He had to wait for a Sect Hall elder to accompany him.
Sword Slave said, "Stop hesitating. Those people are all waiting to devour you... most of those old wastes in the Sect Hall are puppets on strings. No one will come to safeguard your path. Some things, you can only rely on yourself for!"
Lü Bufan walked over to Sword Slave and studied the Sword Abyss in the valley, where clouds and mist churned. "What exactly is inside the Sword Abyss? Why does everyone here avoid it like the plague?"
Standing beside Lü Bufan, Sword Slave raised a hand... a speck of rainbow light flickered between his fingers as he smiled. "Just a burial ground for swords. Of course... people are buried here too! Sword cultivators!"
"A mass burial ground?"
Sword Slave looked down at Lü Bufan in surprise. "This is the first time a Taihua Sect disciple has used those words to describe the Sword Abyss, the Sect Hall's forbidden ground... but I rather like it!"
The two leaped into the mist-shrouded depths. Sword qi drifted around Sword Slave as he descended on the wind, while Lü Bufan cautiously used his crude martial warrior footwork, his toes constantly pushing off the jagged rocks stretching down from the valley entrance. His pace was not much slower.
Sword Slave abruptly stopped on a huge boulder and turned to look at the slightly breathless Lü