The possessor of the Divine Sword must be extraordinary, and everyone is speculating on the identity of the woman in pink.

Everyone is looking forward to the sword fighting conference in three days. How will the magic sword show its style and kill the audience in seconds!

The gate of the sword tomb was closed, and everyone was celebrating the reputation of the magic sword and the woman in pink, but they could not imagine what was happening in the sword tomb.

The second sword room, the ground that was originally stained with Ye Xiyue's blood, slowly gathered into a ball of black light until a human figure showed it.

That was an old white beard.

Si Changzhi's beard is also as long as an arm, and a black robe forms a sharp contrast with her white beard.

His dark eyes were a hint of sleepy look, like a person who had just woken up. Seeing the scene around him, he stroked his long beard, "Has the years disappeared? Have you finally found your master? That person finally came to the sword tomb."

His eyes were filled with smiles, his wrinkled hands, and he stroked the stone table in front of him, and then there was the place where the broken sword stood, "Follow her..."

Whitebeard slowly walked to the sword hall, and the sword-casting furnace was burning brightly. He walked over with his hands behind his back, and the fire of the sword-casting furnace was extinguished.

"Oh, have you seen her?" In the empty and quiet sword hall, the white beard seemed to be talking to the air.

The sword hall that had been silent for a long time finally started to ring, "Grandpa, she doesn't seem to know me anymore."

It was the voice of a child, sweet and savory, but it was impossible to hear men and women.

There was no figure in the sword hall except this sound, but the white beard chuckled and his eyes fell on the tall sword-making furnace in front of him. The sound came out of the sword-making furnace.

If someone hears and sees this scene, it will definitely be incredible.

The sword-casting furnace... can actually speak.

The sound of the powdery and glutinous sounds like a small bun, which sounds particularly nice.

"No, she will remember it after a long time. Think about it, she hasn't seen you for thousands of years, so she will naturally not know you."

"But grandpa, she just cried, and tears summoned the crystal dagger."

"Really?" Whitebeard's eyes lit up.

"It's true. She was touching me at that time. When she left, she told me that she was leaving. See you next day, just like ten thousand years ago.

Grandpa, will she remember me in the future?”

"I know, even in the long river of time, she still walks through time and space to you. This means that you are destined to be with her, and she will definitely remember you."

The sound of the sword-casting furnace seemed extremely happy, "Yes, she saw me today and asked me if I had seen it, but I couldn't speak at that time, otherwise I would have told her that we knew each other. Ten thousand years ago, she sacrificed her life to save me. Unfortunately, when I worked very hard and turned into a human form to find her, she disappeared. Then, I followed you grandpa and came to the sword tomb for thousands of years. Today I finally saw her, but I couldn't speak. When I saw her next time, next time, I would definitely tell her that we know that my life was given by her."
Chapter completed!