Although Bone Sky spoke these words with fear, Long Yan suddenly stood up from his chair, exuding a piercing killing intent. Initially, he thought Bone Sky might have some sort of backup plan, but then Long Yan remembered his earlier battle with Gu Wu. It must have been at that time that Bone Sky learned about his possession of the Lu Xian Sword.
Bone Sky's skull revealed a bitter, human-like smile. Long Yan needn't have gone to such lengths—his fear of that sword far surpassed his greed.
"So, what is this secret?"
Long Yan furrowed his brow slightly, but upon seeing Bone Sky's expression, he remained distrustful. Long Yan simply couldn't trust Bone Sky at this moment.
"It happened back when I was still alive."
