Zhao Chenlu watched the Divine Sword depart from behind, letting out a slight sigh.
The Sect Leader beside him seemed a bit confused and asked, "Sharpening the sword?"
Zhao Chenlu responded, "Literally, the sword blade has dulled and needs sharpening, so he's gone to sharpen it."
This explanation left the Sect Leader even more puzzled, so he quietly waited for Zhao Chenlu to elaborate further.
"Don't worry, this isn't the worst-case scenario. I originally thought his reaction would be more intense, hmm, if it were the him from before, all of us would have to be cautious now."
"Cautious of what?"
"Cautious that he might purify us all," Zhao Chenlu said with a smile on his face, "Luckily, he's just sharpening the sword; things seem not too bad."
"This…" The Sect Leader grew increasingly confused, "You mean, because the civilization on the Xiangzhou Continent was established by the Demon Race, he wants to destroy the entire Xiangzhou civilization? That's impossible!?"
