Putting gold on your own face

"..." Ling Chuxi was speechless. Had his memory really awakened? the sword spirit had actually learned to put gold on his own face.

"Lord Sword Master, what should we do next?" Ye Wentian did not know that Ling Chuxi was communicating with the sword spirit. Seeing that she had not spoken for a long time, he asked.

"Grand Elder, do you know who senior Cang Yuan's enemies are?" Ling Chuxi asked.

"I'm not too sure about that. " Ye Wentian smiled wryly and said,"however, according to the last words of the ancestral master, once the grey abyss sword appears, the enemy will naturally appear. Thus, all these years, the profound sword sect has been searching for the whereabouts of the grey abyss remnant will. Unfortunately, we have found nothing."