Cultivation Technique

Lu Zhen's eyes widened as he witnessed the scene unfolding before him. He felt a chilling aura emanating from the blood-red sword, as if his vitality were being drained merely by standing near it.

"Mother, what is this sword?" he asked, his expression revealing a sense of shock.

Lu Ying tenderly touched the sword with a gentle gaze. As if obeying her command, it ceased emitting the terrifying, bone-shivering aura and disappeared from her hands.

"This is our ancestor's weapon from our bloodline clan," she explained without looking back.

Lu Zhen nodded, his eyes still reflecting surprise.

"Mother, shouldn't it be in the hands of our clan? Why is it here?"

"They are all already dead," Lu Ying stated simply, deep in thought.

"Wait, what?" he exclaimed, a question mark adorning his face.

"I mean what I said."

Although Lu Zhen was shocked, he nodded after pondering for a moment.