Shen Yuan lightly flicked the sword body of the Darkness-Light Sword with his finger, and the ancient sword, spotted with rust, emitted a prolonged light tremor, with the True Intent of Time flowing into the hum of the sword, as if it were the light tremor of a dragon's chant from a distant sea.
In a trance, Gong Buyu seemed to see an old dragon awakening from its dragon grave, one that had watched the sea change into mulberry fields.
The next moment, Shen Yuan's right hand lightly pressed on the body of the Darkness-Light Sword, and the humming of the sword came to an abrupt halt, and the illusion that had appeared in the courtyard also dissipated without a trace.
Gong Buyu took a deep breath and looked at Shen Yuan, who was sitting in front of the stone table, with eyes full of reverence.
