Taking a deep breath, Wei Zi'ang looked at a confidant beside him and said in a deep voice, "Has the Grand Elder gone over?"
The confidant said, "Young master, I'm not sure what's happening. Many people are heading that way, but the Grand Elder is delaying his departure. Could there be a problem?"
Wei Zi'ang snorted coldly and said, "What problem could there be? No matter what, Sword One is doomed to die today."
"Yes, yes," the confidant hurriedly replied, "Young master, you're unparalleled in wisdom. How could a mere Sword One be a stumbling block for you?"
A trace of complacency appeared on Wei Zi'ang's face, full of uncontrollable joy. However, at that moment, his expression suddenly changed because he saw that Grand Elder Yuan Zhixiang had appeared in the courtyard at some unknown time.
The gentle wind swept through,
Yuan Zhixiang stood in the middle of the courtyard without a sound, like a ghost, quietly staring at Wei Zi'ang.
