"Is that the Heartblade of Guo Jian?" a voice came from behind.
Qin Chen hurriedly stashed the Heartblade back into his spatial ring, his pulse quickening with panic.
As he turned, he let out a sigh of relief seeing Han Yuan standing there. "Elder Han, you startled me," he said, attempting to appear calm.
But Han Yuan's expression was deadly serious. He approached Qin Chen, gripping his shoulder firmly. "You're not joking, are you? How did you obtain that Heartblade?" Han Yuan's question was stern and unwavering.
"I don't understand what you mean, Elder Han," Qin Chen replied, trying to mask his anxiety despite the sweat forming on his brow.
"Don't lie, Qin Chen! I know what you're holding is the Heartblade of Guo Jian. How did you come by it? Did you steal it?!" Han Yuan exclaimed, his tone was accusatory, his seriousness cutting through the air.