The Ancient Taoist gently knocked on Hong Luoyu's head with the scabbard, producing a booming sound.
Hong Luoyu lay flat on the ground, eating a mouthful of dust.
The Taoist, with a tear mole in the corner of his eye, elegantly withdrew his sword, pondering seriously:
"Don't speak carelessly."
"However, what the thief said wasn't entirely unreasonable. Considering the methods Wang Tiance displayed in the previous era, if he hadn't made any arrangements, it wouldn't make sense."
Wu Changqing stroked his beard, saying:
"But from my old perspective, if such a person had made arrangements, he would have left clues long ago, preserving them at the cost of a full-strength strike from the Divine Weapon Zhan Lu Sword. It must be something important that he wanted to keep until now."
"Whatever it is, it must be important enough..."
"Or perhaps it's something we haven't noticed."
The Sword Spirit leisurely looked at Wang Anfeng and said:
"Well, would you like to listen?"
