He is affiliated with the Zongwu Division and does not have access to this level of intelligence and news. The intelligence and news he sees are from the various sects in the Dajing Wulin.

Chu Mingxuan waved his hand and said: "Forget it, forget it, it's not our turn to worry about such national events, we just need to practice hard."

"Exactly, it's not our turn to worry about it yet," Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "Uncle Eighteen, is there anything else in the sword's cave?"

He patted the sword on his waist.

"...There seems to be a piece of broken jade that breaks into pieces when touched, but have you discovered the secret of this sword?"

"I want to refer to it and see if I can find any clues."

"OK."

Chu Mingxuan turned around and fetched an exquisite small black sandalwood box and handed it to Chu Zhiyuan. It was only the size of a palm, carved with chi patterns, and was exquisite and exquisite.

Chu Zhiyuan took it and opened it. There was a pile of broken jade pieces lying on the cotton wool inside.

It's green, already tinged with blood.

"Thank you, Uncle Eighteen." Chu Zhiyuan closed the small ebony box and patted the scabbard on his waist: "This sword is really good. I want to find out which big shot it belongs to."

"Fourth brother, don't waste your time on it. After all, it's just a sword. Practice well and don't let us catch up!"

Chu Zhiyuan nodded with a smile and put the ebony box away.
Chapter completed!