Lu Qingshan naturally knew who Lin Shiwu was referring to.

"Yes, they can't come back."

Lu Qingshan's tone was very calm, as if he was describing something that had nothing to do with him.

But the more so, the more sad it becomes.

Lin Shishi felt Lu Qingshan's sadness. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she didn't know where to start.

Lu Qingshan saw that his little apprentice wanted to comfort him.

He reached out his hand and rubbed Lin Shishi's head just like he did ten years ago.

Later.

Lu Qingshan said softly: "The soul has returned, come here."

The red sandalwood sword box in Lin Shiwu's hand trembled slightly at this moment.

Immediately, in Lin Shishi's widened eyes, the sword box opened wide.

Thousands of natal swords of all kinds came out of their boxes and flew up in a mighty manner.

The rainbow pierces the sky, and the sword energy and sword intention are different, each with its own merits.

Heading tail to tail, they circled a large circle on top of the green peak, drawing shocking huge half-arcs one after another. They were unrivaled and wreaked havoc in the sky.

Lin Chuyi and Lin Shishi looked up, and for a moment they were entranced by this scene.

After circling Qingfeng three times, the two thousand four hundred and fifty-six natal swords finally scattered in all directions.

They are like falling stars, flying quickly and with clear goals to the peaks of the Jianzong, just like the famous sword returning to its sheath.

The Sword Sect is very big, so once the disciples of the Sword Sect break through the five realms, they can have independent mountain peaks.

For Jian Zong disciples, that is their home.

Now, these natal swords are returning to the mountain peaks where their sword owners belong.

Like a famous sword returning to its sheath, or like a wanderer returning home.

Lu Qingshan kept watching until the last sword disappeared into a mountain peak, then he murmured softly:
Chapter completed!