Wang Baole didn't move fast within the forest, but his speed was still shocking. With the flailing of his arm, his mosquitoes scattered around the area surrounding him, providing a wide field of vision for him. However, as Wang Baole felt for the flying sword within his body, he realized that two mosquitoes had yet to fly out.
One was black while the other was purple.
The two mosquitoes were like arrogant masters; they stayed within the scabbard, not heeding Wang Baole's orders. The grade of the scabbard seemed to be too low to force them out.
It's them?
The two additional mosquitoes made Wang Baole recall the messy existences that were once present in his body. Seeing that they had now entered the scabbard and became mosquitoes, he had some thoughts, and a fire started burning in his heart.
