The four promising figures in the cave of Sword Sheath Peak were oblivious to the upheaval on Tontian Peak.
At that moment, they were facing another conundrum.
They all knew that the Purple Green Double Swords held sword spirits, To them, these sword spirits were, at most, a trace of spirituality bred from sword Qi.
Yet, they had never before witnessed such sword spirits capable of speaking and arguing.
Plotting down on the ground, Chu Liang said helplessly, "Bear with me for a moment, there's no lasting squabble between husband and wife. The saying goes 'Quarrel at the head of the bed, make up at the end of it,' right? You should just sit down and talk. Won't everything be fine once everything is talked out?"
"If talking could work out anything…" Xiong Jian leaned against the stone steps next to Chu Liang and sighed, "Every time, it's like this. Making a fuss out of every tiny thing, can't we just talk nicely?"
