"Lu Zhao?" Wang Ye was pleasantly surprised to receive a call from Lu Zhao. "What have you been up to lately? It's been such a long time since we met. These past few days, I've been infatuated with blades, and I've collected a lot of Tang Dynasty Mo Blades online."
Upon hearing Wang Ye's normal-sounding voice without any hint of life-threatening danger, Lu Zhao immediately dismissed Yun Qi's words, excitedly asking, "Are they real Tang Swords?"
"Of course they're fake, replicas from the internet. Genuine Tang Swords are hard to find. I'm planning to spend a lot of money to collect a real one in a few days. What's up, do you need something from me?"
Only then did Lu Zhao remember Yun Qi was still glaring at him fiercely like a little tiger, and he stammered, "What are you doing right now, and who are you with?"
"Me? I'm at home alone, about to take a shower and sleep. Do you need something?"
