Chapter 39: A swordsman's past [2] End.

Chen Yuan noticed his expression and slowly sat down on the cold stone floor. Chen Yan approached and followed suit, sitting beside him.

"Care to tell us your story?"

Chen Feng looked toward them for a few seconds, his expression still somewhat dazed.

At that moment, Chen Yan spoke again.

"Your true story..."

Chen Feng remained silent.

He looked down at the ancient sword in his hand before slowly nodding. He approached the two and sat down beside them, placing his sword on the ground by his side.

The three figures sat quietly within the cavern, surrounded by the gentle light of the Flaming Fireflies. Chen Feng lowered his gaze, his fingers resting loosely against his knees as he seemed to gather his thoughts.

"Where should I begin?"

Chen Yuan smiled.

"Anywhere you want... We have all the time in the world. We wouldn't want to waste it by not getting to know you better."