Yi Xuan looked upwards, his heart flooded with a mix of complex emotions.
There was fear, dread, but also resentment and envy.
He had always taken pride in his appearance and never expected to meet someone who could make him feel inferior in that aspect upon his arrival in the Heavenly Dust Continent.
The most infuriating thing was, this person clearly had a lower Cultivation Base than him, yet his gaze was so contemptuous, brimming with an air of arrogance and superiority.
He had to concede, however, that the Sword of Ages by this person's side was extraordinarily formidable. And it seemed, despite his low cultivation level, this divine ability-possessing longsword appeared to obey his command?
Why?
Why would such a revered divine weapon obey the command of a cultivator with such a low-level Cultivation Base?
This was something Yi Xuan couldn't comprehend.
