The ancient sheath’s Sword Spirit sighed faintly before her figure spun, and then she returned to her true form and floated in front of Yang Ye.

Yang Ye held the ancient sheath in his hand as he turned around to glance at Mo Ke and Hun You. In the end, his gaze descended onto Mu Jun and the human profounders standing behind Mu Jun. A wisp of a cold smile arose on the corners of his mouth as he gazed at them, and then he turned around and walked over to his own group. He wasn’t ...