Xiao Chen was on the verge of despair, the conditions were simply too harsh, he was powerless.
"Eh, this is... the Innate Sword, not forged by human hands!" An elder suddenly exclaimed, his face changing color repeatedly.
"What are you talking about?" Xiao Chen stared unblinkingly at the elder of the Artifact Refining Sect who was holding the Broken Sword and examining it.
"Oh, it's nothing." The elder, with the bearing of an immortal, now had a calm demeanor and placed the Broken Sword on the tea table.
Xiao Chen immediately broke into a smile. An unexpected twist was welcome. If a definitive death sentence had truly been handed down, then the perfect Sword Array would have no hope of reappearing in the world forever.
"My senior, I hope you won't conceal it, please inform me."
