Where did the sword embryo come from?
Everyone's gaze turned to Han Muye.
The Lord of Yunjiang City's face remained impassive as he stepped behind the Master of the Mountain, raising his hand to grasp a long saber, with the blade's edge pressing against the Master's back.
"If the sword embryo was refined by you, it is useless," he said.
"If the sword embryo was refined by him, then you can die."
There was no need to keep the Master of the Mountain if Han Muye had refined the sword embryo.
If the Master had refined the sword embryo, then there was no need to spare the life of a mere apprentice like Han Muye.
The Master of the Mountain raised his head and looked at Han Muye.
Han Muye also lowered his head to look at the Master, whose mouth was dripping with blood.
"Do you know why I refused to refine swords for him?" the Master's voice rang out.
"I heard that you and Feng Yangqing once roamed the martial world together, as brothers who shared life and death," Han Muye spoke.