Su Huanian sheathed his Immortal Sword and looked down at Su He, his face cold, but a smile flickered in his eyes, "What's wrong?"
"I need to make a trip to Qingyuan, is there anything you'd like me to take care of as well?"
Ever since the battle in Qingyuan, Su Huanian had been trapped in the Yao Guang World by Feng Yi Ju, and he had not returned to Qingyuan since. The most recent time had been when Su He became a disciple; she used her sword to conjure an avatar and presented Elder Ge with a Soul Beast.
That was already two or three years ago.
Su Huanian was silent for a moment, then shook his head, "I have no other attachments in Qingyuan, just some reluctance to leave the Sword Washing Pool. Could you, husband, present a scroll of sword techniques to the Sword Washing Pool on my behalf?"
Although it was a request, she had already extended a point of her finger, and a wisp of Sword Qi condensed into a small sword, shooting towards Su He and hovering in front of him.
