Pei Yuhang looked at the broken sword embedded in the dragon's head, surprise on his face.
'This sword... Why didn't I notice it at all when I was fighting the dragon corpse?'
Pei Yuhang's sharp senses told him something was wrong. With his level of perception and mastery of the Sword Dao, how could he possibly have missed a sword in such an obvious spot on the dragon's head?
Unless... some kind of perception-distorting magic was at play.
"Xiaoxiao, when did you notice this sword?"
"Umm... I noticed it the moment this dragon burst out of the ground."
Hearing Yu Xiaoyan's words, Pei Yuhang couldn't help but frown.
His disciple's words confirmed his suspicion. It seemed no one but Yu Xiaoyan could actively perceive the sword.
'Is this the so-called will of heaven... or is the sword deliberately choosing its wielder?'
Pei Yuhang instinctively grew wary, concerned for his disciple's safety.
