Even if the movements were slightly different, how could such a similar essence of the Heavenly Sword be fake?
Moreover, with Xiao Chen's series of inexplicable words and actions before, if Yan Qingcheng still couldn't guess Xiao Chen's identity, she would have lived in vain.
"Elder..."
Finally seeing the person she had long admired, Yan Qingcheng was overwhelmed with joy, so much so that she even forgot the move she was priming, and the illusion of the Sword Tomb crumbled away.
Seeing this, Xiao Chen couldn't help but say with a touch of helplessness, "I was actually looking forward to your last move, it seems we won't get to clash!"
With that, he also withdrew his sword technique.
Both their imposing auras dissipated, and the space returned to a tranquil scene.
Now, how could Yan Qingcheng have the mood to battle with Xiao Chen?
Xiao Chen had stayed at the Yu Xiao Sect for three years, and since then had become a myth and belief for everyone in the sect.
