"Wind Emperor's Sword..." the aged voice echoed in Lin Xuan's mind.
Finally, all the light and shadows coalesced into a single sword light, which entered Lin Xuan's forehead.
After a long time, Lin Xuan opened his eyes, "That sword..."
"If I'm not mistaken, that should be a kind of legacy," Lord of Wine said indifferently.
Lin Xuan nodded, indeed there was some new information in his mind, though it was incomplete. He didn't leave immediately, instead sat in silence within the great hall, digesting the information in his mind.
Although it was just one move, it contained too much, capable of endless variations, which could give rise to many things. Lin Xuan only memorized the most basic parts, the rest he planned to study slowly when he had more time.
Once he was done organizing, Lin Xuan quickly left the place.
At this time, outside the blood-colored sky, a group of female disciples hurried over.