Shi Nian had sent a private message in advance.
At this moment, Lu Zhuoyan was no longer in seclusion. He was drinking tea and waiting for Shi Nian.
"Junior Martial Uncle, it is this small sword." Shi Nian placed the small sword on the table and whispered, "Lin Bai Sword Immortal only allowed me to carry it with me but cryptically refused to explain its function. I sensed that this small sword seems to be connected to his breath, yet I do not know why it would be so."
Lu Zhuoyan stared at the sword for a while, his expression somewhat complex.
Lin Bai...
Actually went to such an extent.
"Junior Martial Uncle?" Shi Nian was a bit puzzled.
Lu Zhuoyan organized his words and said, "That day in the Myriad Magic Forbidden Land, I tricked Li Nanfeng out of half of his fortune. Do you still remember that?"
Shi Nian nodded, "I remember, and I contributed to that!"
