“He just said what? Ming Tai is a sword spirit who became human?”
The sword cultivators stared at Ming Tai in disbelief.
Lu Yang was the heir of the Yingtian Immortal, and Ming Tai was a sword spirit who had taken human form.
With two people like that present, didn’t the rest of them feel painfully ordinary by comparison?
Originally the sword cultivators had thought that with the Great Age on the horizon this was their moment to shine.
But now they realized that even in terms of identity alone they were utterly outclassed.
Having a special identity wasn’t necessarily a problem — history was full of cultivators who, through hardship and perseverance, overcame opponents of special birth and became legends.
The problem was, despite their diligence and hard work, they still couldn’t beat Lu Yang and Ming Tai.
What kind of Great Age was this where there wasn’t even a contest?
The senior ranks of the Sword Tower shifted in expression.
They had not expected that the ancient nameless sword spirit would so plainly reveal Ming Tai’s origin.
Whether this would be a blessing or a curse remained to be seen.
Yun Mengmeng slipped closer to Lu Yang.