"Say something."
"I'm watching," Black Cat said. "All right. Now she's killed that person."
"...Oh."
"Go look through what this man left behind. I'll be back soon."
"All right." Pei Ye nodded slightly and headed toward the old man. Only after taking a step did he remember that someone else was still standing in the training ground.
He looked up. Yang Yan stood behind the old man's corpse, his long saber resting against the ground, his whole body rigid.
Before him, Heart-Slaying Glaze hovered and swayed slightly, as though somewhat curious about him.
"Yang Yan?"
"..."
"Yang Yan?"
"...What the fuck is this thing of yours?!" Yang Yan cried out involuntarily, his voice carrying a boyish shrillness.
He stared at the long sword hovering before him, like an icicle carved from snowy jade, his expression that of someone who had seen a talking pig.
This was not the first time Heart-Slaying Glaze had appeared before others. Back in Fenghuai, Pei Ye had deliberately shown it to the children, earning a chorus of wonder and envy.
But Yang Yan was actually far more shocked than those children.
Children knew little of the world to begin with. Even if you took them walking through the great wilderness, they might suddenly cry out, "Wow, that bug's so fat!"
Yang Yan, however, had a basic understanding of cultivation.
He did not recognize this sword, but while "a sword floating by itself" was not unheard of in the cultivation world, every such sight belonged to a level far beyond reach.
It ought to have belonged alongside those names high above the clouds. How had it appeared in this remote, bloodstained place?
Yang Yan stared at Pei Ye with wide eyes, as though trying to find an answer on his face.
"A flying sword. Never seen