Hu Luo and the others were busy in the city.
Laoshan City at night was relatively quiet.
They buried those who were sacrificed. To Hu Luo and the others, this was the first time in 20 years that they had seen someone close to them passing away.
They could accept it, but when such things really happened, it was a huge blow to their hearts.
"Hu Luo, that Little Sword God who is with your group isn't bad." A middle-aged man patted Hu Luo's shoulder and said.
"Ah?" Hu Luo was stunned, he didn't understand what he was saying and asked curiously, "Uncle Shen, what are you saying? What Little Sword God?"
Uncle Shen looked at Hu Luo with a weird expression like he didn't expect him to not know about it.
"That fellow who you brought to the city."
Yang Shun raised his head and asked, "Uncle Shen, are you talking about Brother Lin?"
