"The nature of those who scheme for the general trend and become the sword of the general trend. Not bad."
The old man's gaze landed on the nine-story sword tower in front of Han Muye and he said softly, "It's rare that even the Nine Essence Tower chose him."
The old man slowly turned his head and swept his gaze across the group of Immortal Lord experts. "Then, what's the alternative?"
Everyone bowed and cupped their hands. "As Sect Master commands."
The old man nodded and waved his hand, his figure dissipating.
As it dissipated, the sword light in front of Han Muye also dissipated.
The 32 sword lights scattered, and the sword that Han Muye condensed also recovered, turning into a dazzling sword light again.
This sword that gathered thousands of sword intent returned to his hand, as if he had not stabbed out at all just now.