"Of course, it is a genuine Water Dividing Sword!"
Xuanqing's eyes sparkled like stars, his towering figure standing firm within the Cycle, as steady as a massive mountain of Divine Mountain.
He pointed the Water Dividing Sword towards the Main God.
"Daoist, why have you been beaten to tears?"
"Who's been beaten to tears!"
"My Ancestor Qilin is among the powerful existences between heaven and earth, bleeding and sweating, but never shedding tears!"
"Skin and flesh may fall, but never tears!"
The Main God rebuked solemnly.
The next moment, His eyes became moist, tears flowing uncontrollably.
The tears streamed down, initially like a gushing mountain spring, eventually turning into a vast river, surging endlessly.
"Daoist, still saying you haven't cried?" Xuanqing said with a smiling gaze toward the Main God.
