"Rumor has it that the Sword Demon's Demon Intent Sword seems to have originated from this city."
"How come I have no impression of this city?"
"Moxing City? It seems quite prosperous."
People from the Jianghu, full of Qi-blood, obviously practitioners, curiously observed the city.
After searching fruitlessly, they left after indulging in food and drink in this city.
Liu Wu was in the blacksmith's shop, as usual, wielding the iron hammer, striking out sparks one after another.
Several years passed again.
"Search!"
"Find it for me!"
"This is the Sword Demon's hometown. He will surely come here when he's at his wit's end!"
A group of black-clad knights sped down the street in the storm, even the usually arrogant constables didn't dare provoke them.
Their bodies carried the scent of blood, they were desperate adventurers of the Jianghu.
