The Two-Pole Bead was now wholly integrated with the Sword Case-or rather, it had always been an inseparable "fastening bead" of the case.
"It seems the fastening bead that senior mentioned meant that the Stone Bead was originally part of this object."
With a stir of his mind, Song Yan instinctively sensed for the Two-Pole Bead.
After returning to the Sword Case, its connection to him still existed, though it was faint.
But that connection had become extremely weak. He could only sense its existence and a vague direction, as though through a thick veil of mist.
Coming back to himself now, he suddenly found it somewhat absurd.
Once, he had thought such a treasure was already something belonging to immortals, yet now he discovered that it was merely a bead on another treasure.
As nothing more than a "fastening bead," it already possessed a strange space, and even the mysterious power to let him witness events from High Antiquity.
Then now that the Stone Bead had returned to its place, what sort of treasure would the Sword Case itself be?
This courtyard was secluded and simple: purple bamboo, an ink pool, one stele, and one case, standing apart from the world.
Song Yan's gaze swept across the ethereal courtyard before finally returning to the ancient, unadorned Sword Case before him.
"Which Sword Sect senior once cultivated here...?"
The place seemed ordinary, without so much as a plaque bearing its name.
"The sect master?"
Countless guesses filled his mind, but no one could give him an answer.
He hesitated no longer and immediately sat cross-legged between the stone stele and the ink pool.
Holding his hands loosely before him, he sent surging, pure Sword Qi rushing toward the Sword Case and began refining the treasure.
With his existing connection to