"This is..."
Li Ye keenly sensed the emotional change in Wei Qingye.
And what unsettled him even more was that.
He recognized this broken sword; it belonged to that young Golden Core Sword Cultivator who had gone out with Wei Qingye initially.
The one who was supposed to marry afterward.
Sword Cultivators.
Where there is a sword, there is a person; where the sword perishes, the person perishes.
Starting from Foundation Establishment or even Qi Refining, this Lifebound Treasure Sword is bound to one's life. Once it's destroyed, it only means one thing...
"He has fallen."
"Junior Brother Han has fallen."
Wei Qingye's face was filled with undisguisable sadness.
He had brought these junior brothers and sisters out, but now one of them had fallen. His grief was almost overflowing like a river, leaving him barely able to stand.
"How did he fall?"
