Virtuous Indeed

Compared to its usual clamor, the Xuanming Sword Sect was much quieter today.

The newly appointed Sword Master, watched by countless eyes, had been crushed and tormented by such means. It was an immensely heavy blow to the spirit of the entire sword sect.

Inside the main hall of the sword sect, the atmosphere was oppressive.

"..."

The Old Ancestor of the sword sect had returned from seclusion of his own accord, his face as dark as still water as he sat high in the seat of honor.

After cultivating for ten thousand years, when had he ever suffered such utter humiliation?!

He had tried every method, even invoking the verse plaques left behind by the founding patriarch, yet he still could not summon back the Primordial Abyss Divine Sword that had willingly defected to the enemy.

What a complete overturning of heaven's order! Even its deceased former master could not compare to some outsider brat?!

The heavy pressure of a Venerable radiated from him, making the alchemist who had come to report below the steps tremble all over. He could only say in a low voice:

"Old Ancestor, Sword Master Zhou is showing signs of waking... but the aura within her body remains chaotic, and she will not allow anyone near her... She p-probably will not recover anytime soon!"

"It is fine. Just stabilize her life force first." The Old Ancestor of the sword sect waved his hand irritably.

It was not that he had lost patience with Zhou Qingyan. A Sword Master at the late seventh level of the Dao Evolution Realm was hundreds, perhaps thousands of times stronger than he had been in his youth. How could he casually abandon her over a single setback?

What vexed him even more was the outcome of the Sword Canon.