"Little brother, I am not sure if you will be able to help give a referral to this senior of yours." The Shenwu Sect Elder smiled at Yu Mo.
The elder's smile was like a blooming flower. It was obvious that he was trying to garner favor.
The Shenwu Sect Elder's behavior made many of the martialists present look at Yu Mo. This senior from the Songyang Sword Sect did not seem to want to meet them.
Under the circumstances, they would perhaps have to take an alternative path through Yu Mo to try to build relations with the senior from the Songshan Sword Sect.
Yu Mo, who was at a tender age, instantly became a popular target of theirs.
Even though he was not dumb, the current situation had exceeded his expectations. The dazzling blade rays of the nine skies reminded him of the times when the ancestral master had imparted skills to him in his slumber.
These sword-lights seemed stronger and sharper than when his ancestral master had imparted them.
