"Fair enough!"
Looking at the clouds below his feet which were freezing into waves around the icy peak, Yan Liren was deep in thought. "I thought that it was because I did not polish the three primeval swords enough that I failed to unite with the swords and wield them freely. Now that I think of it, I wasn't interested in polishing them with my heart and will at all. So, I was short of commitment!"
"Judging from the erosion on your fourth sword, you must've carried it for more than fifty years," Li Yao said. "Before you rose to fame, you kept it with you. It must've been given to you by someone special and irreplaceable, right?"
Yan Liren's eyes were deep, as if he were dwelling in memories of a long time ago. There was no telling whether it was delight or sorrow on his face when he mumbled, "It was indeed someone very special who gave the sword to me.
