Li Changzhou flicked the Emerald Bee Sword, and the roasted meat strung on the sword fell to the ground like abacus beads.
The blade, thin as a cicada's wing, was shining bright, indeed not stained by a drop of oil.
The people of the Nuwa clan stared at the buzzing Emerald Bee Sword, then looked up at Li Changzhou. In those arrogant, murderous eyes, there was a sliver of greed.
The Wilderness is rich in resources, enough to achieve communism, but good things are rare everywhere because what is 'good' is defined by comparison.
The sword in front of them was undoubtedly a good thing.
The leader of the Nuwa clan was an old woman, leaning on a wooden staff, with silver hair and a withered face, but a pair of eyes shining as bright as stars.
[Be careful of her eyes and wooden staff.]
Guanyin's reminder made Li Changzhou take another look. There was a breath on the staff that he was extremely familiar with, like...a snake?
