Upon hearing Lingxiao's account, Xuanxiazi's expression instantly turned as grim and heavy as iron. He slowly stood up, pacing the tearoom with his hands behind his back, every step seeming as heavy as a mountain.
"When the four divine swords return to their rightful places, the tribulation of chaos will reappear..." Xuanxiazi's voice was as low as a muffled thunderclap. "And those figures in black robes have likely been watching these four divine swords from the shadows all along." He suddenly turned around, his gaze piercing like lightning. "That catastrophe back then most likely has hidden secrets behind it!"
Lingxiao felt a chill shoot straight from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. Subconsciously, he gripped the teacup in his hand tighter, causing the porcelain to emit a groaning crunch.
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