After he stopped the bleeding on his right hand.
Ye Chenfeng's gaze once again focused on the purple scroll.
The four types of Sword Intent in his body were continuously producing a kind of restlessness, as if they were about to burst out of his body.
It seemed this purple scroll had an overwhelmingly strong attraction to Ye Chenfeng's Sword Intent.
A faint purple glow appeared on the purple scroll.
Just as he was hesitating whether to reach out his hand again, Old Bai, Wu Fengxian, said, "Kid, it seems this purple scroll is anything but ordinary. It should never have been opened before. Even those three Divine King Realm City Lords never opened this scroll."
"This scroll should be restricted in some way. Since the four types of Sword Intent in your body are itching to move, then don't suppress them. Let those four Sword Intents spill out along your palm, and then try to take out this purple scroll again."
