"Supreme Profound Clarity is dead??"
Lu Xuan was overjoyed, but then asked in confusion:
"Lady Houtu, isn't this a good thing?"
Houtu gazed at the illusory, ethereal soul before her and said lightly:
"It is a good thing, but it's very strange. At the moment you were completely destroyed by Lu Ya, Supreme Profound Clarity died suddenly at the exact same instant. It's far too suspicious."
Lu Xuan grew even more perplexed:
"I don't quite understand what you mean… But what's the deal with the Qing Ping Sword? You said it was once in Supreme Profound Clarity's hands. How is that possible?"
After a moment's pause, he said with a smile:
"Supreme Profound Clarity is my Eldest Martial Uncle's disciple. Why would my Master give him the Qing Ping Sword? My Master personally gave me this sword before the war against Heaven, saying it was a safeguard…"
"Is that so?"
Houtu spoke in a cool, detached tone, continuing as if to herself:
