Huang Xiao naturally knew about the plan this time. Old Sun could hand over his Seven Spirit Blade in exchange for a concession from Wu Longfeng, making him relinquish Dali.
But now Old Sun said that the Seven Spirit Blade alone would not sway Wu Longfeng. What other way was there?
"The secret concerning the Seven Spirit Blades," Old Sun said.
"Old Sun, you know that secret?" Huang Xiao was astonished. This was an enormous secret-who in the Jianghu did not want to know it?
But on second thought, even if no one in the Jianghu knew, Old Sun had lived so long that it was only natural for him to know.
"I know a little, not all of it," Old Sun said.
Though it was only a little information, Huang Xiao believed that, to people like himself who knew nothing, it was absolutely priceless. This was especially true for Wu Longfeng. After all, he was determined to obtain the secret, but unfortunately, he did not know the crucial point.
"Old Sun, are you really going to tell Wu Longfeng?" Huang Xiao frowned and asked uneasily.
If this secret was revealed to Wu Longfeng, even just a portion of it, there was no guarantee he would not unravel the whole secret. That would probably mean trouble.
"It does not matter. Even if he knows—even if everyone under heaven knows—it will be useless unless he gathers all seven Seven Blades," Old Sun said with a smile. "But this old man thinks he will be interested."
"Old Sun, could... could you tell me?" Huang Xiao asked.
"Of course. In fact, this information is not just for Wu Longfeng. All the owners of the Seven Spirit Blades must be told. What this old man knows concerns the time when the secret of the