Ten hours. Yuan had spent ten hours in real time recalling his memories with the sword, but inside his mind, dozens of years have passed.
He'd fought thousands of enemies, traveled tens of thousands of miles, and eventually had to put the sword to rest when it had become too damaged to use.
When Yuan snapped back into reality, he remained sitting there with a dazed look on his face, and tears were flowing down his cheeks.
"I remember now… I remember our time together… Starfall Saber." When Yuan uttered this familiar name, the sword before him suddenly began to tremble, almost as though it was responding to his call.
However, it calmed down a few seconds later. In the end, this Sword Graveyard and all of the swords within was nothing more than an illusion, something the masked man had created from his memories.
Despite that, the memories shown to Yuan by the sword were definitely very real.
"Are you okay, Brother Yuan?" Xiao Hua asked him.
