"Lord Sword Master, please sit." Ye Wentian said as he served Ling Chuxi some tea.
"Grand Elder, may I ask what's going on?" The faint mist in the cup was dense, revealing the faint fragrance of tea. Ling Chuxi was not interested in drinking a mouthful and could not wait to say this.
"Xuan Fu, I think it's better for you to say it." Ye Wentian said to ye Xuanfu.
"Yes, martial granduncle." Ye Xuanfu stood beside ye Wentian, his body slightly bowed.
"Sect leader ye, you should sit down and talk." Ling Chuxi said. No matter what, he was still the head of a sect. Standing by her side like a tea boy made Ling Chuxi feel very uncomfortable.
"Since Lord Sword Master asked you to sit, you should sit." Ye Wentian nodded to ye Xuanfu.
Only then did ye Xuanfu sit down in front of Ling Chuxi. After thinking for a moment, he asked,""Sword Master, do you know the true history of our profound sword sect?"
