With that, the Sun Sword Saint's gaze fell upon the people from Thousand Blades Valley. He spoke with a hint of mockery, "It's not convenient to discuss old grudges. Since you've already reclaimed Thousand Blades Valley's legacy, you can forget about mine."
"Senior..." Yu Zhefeng started to plead his case, but a sharp glare from the Sun Sword Saint forced the words back down his throat.
Yu Xiaoxiao, Zhou Chen, and the others exchanged glances, all shaking their heads in resignation.
After dismissing Thousand Blades Valley, the Sun Sword Saint turned his attention to the other four sects. "You four have no grudges with me, but it's a pity you're not sects that specialize in the Sword Dao."
"As for the young lady who woke me." The Sun Sword Saint chuckled and looked Bai Yin up and down. "Quite a pretty face. A pity you have an Inner Ring bloodline. You're destined to walk the path of Magic Damage Spells."
