Soon, someone came in with a long sword sheathed in black, and Yang Yu solemnly took the long sword.
With the sword in hand, his whole demeanor suddenly shifted, and Wu Li could even hear a faint sound of the sword's hum, as if the blade in the opponent's hand was cheering.
"Master Wu, the sword is named Chasing Light. It was sheathed three years ago, and has not been unsheathed since. Today, I unsheath it for you!"
Yang Yu's gaze was lowered, not looking at Wu Li, but speaking these words while staring at the floor.
Wu Li could clearly feel that the other side was trying his best to suppress his own momentum, like a tide that had accumulated to the brink, about to surge forth!
"Please."
Wu Li stood seven steps away from the opponent, with hands behind his back, calmly speaking.
Zheng!!!
A piercing sword cry sounded, making everyone in the room involuntarily frown, wanting to cover their ears.
