The saber exists, the person exists, how could it be casually handed over for others to admire?
"When I draw my saber, those who see that line of poetry are already dead."
Ding Peng coldly dismissed the idea, "Next time we compete with sabers, if you beat me, I'll let you have a look."
Jiang Dali grinned, "It's a deal."
What he cared about wasn't the Demon Blade itself, but rather the Demon Nature that came with it.
He was very curious whether the Demon Nature of the Crescent Moon Saber had the same origin as that of the Evil Emperor Relics.
If they had the same origin, some matters would become quite interesting, although the likelihood was not great.
"It looks like you're about to leave, how do we settle our account between us? Are you really going to take a message to General Yue for me?"
Xiao Qiuyu looked at Jiang Dali.
Jiang Dali, "Of course. What I say is no joke, you should take it to heart."
