Time reversed back to before, after Fang Zhou finished speaking his lines to Zhao Luofei, Sanwa quietly left and went to the beach on the edge of the small island.
An inconspicuous gray sword was soaking in the river, not noticeable unless you got close.
Upon seeing the Xuanyuan Sword, Sanwa immediately showed a look of disgust, staring intently at it.
She had only been cut twice from a young age, and both times it was the Xuanyuan Sword that did it, so her dislike for this sword was understandable.
The Xuanyuan Sword leisurely soaked in the river like someone enjoying a bath, ignoring Sanwa's hateful gaze.
After waiting for a while, Sanwa walked over and stepped on the Xuanyuan Sword, which carried her into the air, flying toward the riverside.
The river was very wide, but at the speed of the Xuanyuan Sword, it could fly across in the blink of an eye.
