Watching Liu Zixuan come back to his senses, the old Qing asked, "What exactly happened when you jumped down?"
Leaning against a peach tree, Liu Zixuan murmured with a cigarette between his lips, "When I jumped, I instinctively focused to control how I fell. But as the sword winds swept toward me, my consciousness soon blurred. I remember, just before I completely lost consciousness, the Nameless Sword seemed to appear by my side on its own and held me up."
"The sword winds swept toward you, yet you don't seem to be injured at all," the old Qing said with a wry smile.
Liu Zixuan shook his head, "I'm not sure either. My consciousness vanished for a moment, then entered a very mystical state. At that time, I felt a voice near my ear, though it was too faint to understand clearly!"
The old Qing pointed to the Nameless Sword beside him, "Do you know the origin of this sword?"
