In the sword tomb, Ye Xuan sat on the ground with crossing legs, like an old monk sitting quietly.

Outside the sword tomb.

The old man did not sleep, but kept a close eye on the sword tomb, for fear that Ye Xuan would devour the sword again.

In this way, time passed by little by little. Until the next day, Ye Xuan did not come out.

At the mountain foot of Cangjian Clan, there would be several more coffins every day. However, there must be ...