When the two were tens of meters apart, Ye Xuan stopped, his gaze directly fixed on the Sword God.
The Sword God was also watching him.
As their eyes met, the entire place fell into a dead silence.
For a long time.
The Sword God nodded towards Ye Xuan, "You've come."
Ye Xuan: "I've come."
The Sword God smiled, "I knew you would come."
Ye Xuan grinned, "I knew you'd wait."
The two exchanged a smile, and there was an inexplicable sense of understanding.
It seemed they weren't opponents at all, nor were they mere strangers who had only met once before, but rather... friends crossing decades, crossing countries!
Suddenly, the laughter came to an abrupt halt.
The Sword God looked deeply at Ye Xuan, letting out a heavy sigh, "I didn't discipline well, making you see a joke."
Ye Xuan was momentarily stunned, then he was relieved.
