The Primordial Spirit Sword was firmly in the divine treasure. Even if a Dao Ancestor came, Han Muye would dare to slash out.
Just as the power of the Wood Lineage surged out, it stopped.
"Later, if you can pass the inheritance test of my Wood Deity Palace, you can take everything here."
A voice sounded in Han Muye's mind.
In front of Han Muye, the phantom of a female cultivator in a pale white dress decorated with petals appeared.
"Junior Sister?" Han Muye was stunned, then shook his head and said, "No."
This female cultivator only had a hint of resemblance to Mu Wan.
"Sword cultivator?" The female cultivator glanced at Han Muye with a regretful expression.
"What a pity.
"Leave."
Hearing the female cultivator's words, Han Muye looked up and said calmly, "Senior, what kind of person do you want to find to accept the inheritance test? An alchemist?"