After speaking, Fuyun Great Sage closed her eyes and silently communicated with the Saint.
"Trying to poach my ward? Naive!" Jian Wuchou thought. He closed his eyes and also silently communicated with the Saint.
In the unseen realm, their consciousnesses merged into a space as pitch-black as ink. An indescribable existence breathed, each exhalation filled with profound holy resonance.
Fuyun Great Sage's consciousness spoke respectfully, "Greetings, Saint. This junior has two matters to report."
The Saint remained silent.
Fuyun Great Sage paused before continuing, "First, the Seven Swords of Sword Central have yet to return. Has an accident befallen them?"
From the darkness, a long, ancient voice finally echoed, as if traveling from tens of thousands of years ago.
"Still safe."
