Ling Tianyu was extremely surprised to hear that An Lan wanted the legendary Cheng Ying Sword. It was one of the ten renowned swords; while the Fiery Sword had not made the list, it was certainly capable of squeezing into the top ten.
The Cheng Ying Sword was widely known as an exceptional blade—An Lan's demand was akin to asking for the moon.
Nevertheless, since he had agreed, as a man, he naturally had to fulfill his promise. The prerequisite was that he first had to encounter it; such a famed sword surely must already have an owner.
"If I come across it, I will seize it for you," Ling Tianyu promised to An Lan.
"There's no need for that; I already know whose hands it's in." An Lan had considered this well ahead of time. If Ling Tianyu agreed, she would reveal the whereabouts of the sword.
"Whose hands?" Ling Tianyu, upon hearing that someone held the sword, asked evenly and with measured calm.
