“Not possible?” Su Yi asked coolly. “Just two months ago, that yao sword tried to barge into the ruins of the Immortals’ Sword House, only to suffer injuries and flee. Way I see it, it won’t dare come back any time soon.”

The white-haired woman’s unearthly gaze was instantly solemn.

After a moment’s silence, she said with cold disdain, “Given Qing Luo’s power, not even a Spiritual Revolution Realm cultivator would be a match for him. How… How could he possibly have gotten hurt?”

Although Ning Sihua’s heart was full of dread, she couldn’t help but say, “It doesn’t matter whether you believe it or not. The sword really did get injured and flee, and the ‘Qing Luo’ you speak of was killed!”

“Qing Luo is dead?” The white-haired woman laughed coldly. “You’re contradicting yourself. If Qing Luo really fled like you said, how could you possibly have killed him?”

Ning Sihua was stunned, but Su Yi quickly understood. “So, the yao spirit within the blade calls itself Qing Luo.”

“Divine Misfortune” was the sword’s name. Qing Luo was the sword spirit’s name!

“No wonder the sword’s slaves only recall that they’re named...