“……”
There was a silent sigh in the air.
A moment later, the two broken pieces of the sword were driven by an invisible sword Qi and gradually merged back into one, as good as new.
"Good job, old Jian!" Lin Yi nodded, satisfied.
After he finished speaking, he put away the Xuanyuan sword and the other nine Swords that were scattered around.
They were indeed not the original ten great swords, but their sword souls were not fake. Ye Qiyuan had spent an entire hundred years of hard work to gather their complete forms. Even if they were not as good as the real original, they were not that much worse.
Moreover, it was still unknown if there were any original versions of them in the world.
As Lin Yi was examining his gains, the unconscious Xu Taiyi and the others finally woke up. They fell silent as they looked at the devastation in front of them.
"What the hell happened? Why don't I have any memory of it?"
Wang hou was the first to voice everyone's doubts.
