Jiushan Realm.
Xie Qingxue walked into Yan Wushuang's courtyard.
Yan Wushuang was sitting on the stone bench in the courtyard, with the Immortal Slaying Sword lying across the stone table in front of him. His gaze was fixed in the void, seemingly in deep thought, his upper body unmoving, only his hand continuously stroking the sword's hilt.
"Junior Brother?"
Xie Qingxue stood at the courtyard gate watching for a long time before she softly called out.
Yan Wushuang was startled, raised his head, and turned to Xie Qingxue, calling out, "Senior Sister? Do you need something from me?"
Xie Qingxue did not answer the question. She walked into the courtyard and also looked down at the Immortal Slaying Sword, with rare hesitation in her expression.
"Senior Sister? Has something happened?"
"Have you heard?" Xie Qingxue raised her head and looked at Yan Wushuang, "About the Creation Demon Ancestor."
