1430 Paying respects to the sword Master

“Grand Elder, disciple ye Xuanfu requests an audience.” Ye Xuanfu stopped in the distance and said respectfully.

“You guys can come over.” The Supreme elder said indifferently as he looked up at the sky.

The two of them walked towards the Grand Elder. The closer they got, the more they felt an unfathomable feeling. It was as if they had walked into a calm vortex. Although the surrounding wind and waves were calm, once the vortex began to rotate, they would immediately fall into a place of eternal damnation.

“Grand Elder, this disciple has something important to report.” Ye Xuanfu said as he approached.

“There’s no need to say more. I know what happened just now. ” The Grand Elder waved his hand and said.

Ling Chuxi was slightly stunned, but she immediately reacted. Even if such an expert did not step out of his house, how could he be completely ignorant of the outside world?

The Grand Elder turned his head and glanced at Ling Chuxi. Although it was just a casual glance, Ling Chuxi had a feeling that his gaze pierced straight into her soul. It was as if everything in her heart was exposed to him without the slightest bit of hiding.

What a powerful divine sense. Ling Chuxi was secretly surprised. Before this, only Ming cangye and Ming yewu had given her such a feeling.

“Profound sword sect’s 79th generation disciple, ye Wentian, pays his respects to Lord Sword Master.” Just as Ling Chuxi was about to use the spirit refining art to guard her mind, the Grand Elder had already gently landed on the ground and bowed to Ling Chuxi.

This action, not to mention Ling Chuxi, even ye Xuanfu, who was beside her, was shocked.

Ling Chuxi had long guessed that the profound sword sect had something to do with the blue abyss sword. She had also guessed that ye Xuanfu had brought her to see the Grand Elder for the blue abyss sword. However, she had never expected him to actually bow so respectfully the moment he saw her.

“Senior, please stand up. Junior is Ling Chuxi, the sect master of the Golden core sect, but not a Sword Master.” Ling Chuxi quickly recovered from her shock and quickly turned to the side.

What a joke. Ye Wentian was the martial uncle of ye Xuanfu’s master. With their cultivation, it was not difficult for them to live for three or four hundred years. The old man in front of them was at least six or seven hundred years old. Wouldn’t it be shortening their lifespan if they asked him to kneel?

“Senior granduncle, what are you doing?” Ye Xuanfu also woke up and looked at ye Wentian in confusion.

“Xuan Fu, you should know where our sword servants came from, right? you should also know the rules of our sect. We have waited for thousands of years. You should know what we were waiting for, right?” Ye Wentian asked ye Xuanfu.

Ye Xuanfu’s expression turned serious and he looked at Ling Chuxi. His eyes were filled with surprise and shock.

“Ye Xuanfu, the 81st generation disciple of xuanjian sect, greets Lord Sword Master.” Ye Xuanfu’s expression was solemn as he also knelt in front of Ling Chuxi.

“Sect leader ye, what are you doing?” Ling Chuxi had a bitter look on her face. That one had not even gotten up yet why was this one prostrating on the ground? This was purely to reduce his lifespan, right?

“Grand Elder, sect master ye, can you get up first and tell me what’s going on?” Ling Chuxi was now certain that the xuanjian sect had no enmity towards her, but she was still confused.

“Lord Sword Master, please come this way.” Ye Wentian could see Ling Chuxi’s doubt and awkwardness. He stood up and led Ling Chuxi to the back.

Not far away, there was a thatched cottage. It was extremely simple, and was probably where ye Wentian usually rested.

There was an ancient pine tree in front of the gate, which added a touch of green to the gray Peak.

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