At this moment, at the very center of the Tower Ascending Sword Pond.
Zhou Youwei, dressed in white, untainted by even the slightest dust, stood there, like a Moon Palace Fairy descending upon the mundane, her ethereal beauty captivating.
Her eyes were tightly closed, a serene expression on her stunning face.
Ye Xuan stood next to Zhou Youwei, looking at the famous swords eagerly seeking their masters all around him, and was not surprised.
His woman, Ye Xuan's, could naturally not be an ordinary person.
"Youwei, don't be in a hurry to accept these famous swords as your masters; you need to pursue your own heart," he said.
"Use your pure Sword Heart to feel, to see which sword makes you feel a blood connection."
"If there isn't one, then don't bother with these swords," Ye Xuan slowly said.
His voice reached Zhou Youwei's ears, prompting her to focus and sense carefully.
