Within the Sword Mansion, the four Sword Intents seemed to have been awakened by this sword, and surged toward the Ancient Sword in unison.
It was as though some connection had always existed between that flying sword and him, awaiting only this meeting.
Ordinarily, delighted by such a discovery, Song Yan would probably have already seized the opportunity to summon the flying sword before him and examine it to his heart's content.
But at this moment, Song Yan's thoughts raced, and he forcibly pressed those Sword Intents back down.
He forcibly reined in his divine sense. In the space of a single breath, the Sword Intents within the mansion returned to silence.
He had forcibly stopped the movement to summon the flying sword before him.
Yet that fleeting disturbance still allowed Wandering the Clouds Daoist to notice something.
"What happened to you-" The old Daoist's voice paused slightly.
An inscrutable look flickered through his eyes.
Song Yan steadied his mind and shook his head. "Nothing."
He raised his eyes toward the flying sword and said slowly, "It's just that I once met a senior named Shi Zixing."
"He said that a senior of his had a very unusual flying sword, grown from two spiritual branches, one yin and one yang, entwining around each other. He was very envious of it."
As Song Yan spoke, he looked toward Wandering the Clouds Daoist.
"Could this be that sword-and are you the senior he spoke of?"
"Shi Zixing?"
Wandering the Clouds Daoist was momentarily taken aback.
Then he chuckled.
His smile held some surprise, as well as a hint of reminiscence.
"Ah, I know that lad."
The old Daoist nodded, his tone tinged with emotion.
"But he shouldn't have met me. Perhaps he saw a portrait of me somewhere else, or something of