Sect Master Helian’s expression fluctuated. It was naturally difficult to make a decision on such a big matter.
If the gamble was right and Ya Zi was saved, the primal sword sect would reappear in the world, and their Primal Sword sect would regain its glory of that day.
If the Gamble was wrong, Huh? It seemed like the Gamble was wrong, but it was nothing.
It was just moving the eight sword ruins to a different place. At worst, they could be grouped together again. In any case, after nourishing them for so many years, there was still no sign of the primal sword returning to its original state.
The key was, was what Yun Qianyi said true or false?
At this time, he was stunned to see the little girl kneel on the ground with a plop. He asked in surprise,
“You, what are you doing?”
