The Long Sword was peculiar. Its blade was conventional enough, like jade, but the section embedded in Qu Wenbai's body had fanned out like the roots of a tree, forming a cluster of Jade Vines.
Now, however, most of the vines had been corroded and severed, leaving only a few strands and this short segment. It resembled a root system, with branches spreading out and shimmering with a dreamy, jade-like light. Specks of black mist still clung to its surface.
No wonder he hadn't rashly pulled out the Long Sword. Instead, he planned to stall for time, allowing the corrosion to finish its work on the blade. A Long Sword like this was something you wouldn't dare to remove.
Elder Huang stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression placid as he silently watched Qu Wenbai retreat. He made no move to pursue him.
Qu Wenbai reappeared some distance away, his face a mask of shock and suspicion as he stared at the motionless Elder Huang.
