Chapter 613: Elder Wuxiang's Face-Changing Act

Inside the hall.In front of the dusty offering table, more than ten broken swords and pieces of scrap metal huddled together.The Chengying Sword, held in Jiang Yuechu's palm, had completely abandoned its bottom line to save its life.Its blade trembled slightly as it chattered incessantly.As the Chengying Sword pointed them out, the broken swords on the table whose names were called all emitted mournful hums.They shrank back as far as they could, wishing they could embed themselves directly into the...