There was nothing valuable left in the Thousand deep chambers.
Lin Fan currently had a billion experience points.
The numbers was so great that it frightened him.
"Master, where should we go?" Since Old black had made a heavenly oath, he was now willing to acknowledge Lin Fan as his master.
After living for more than ten thousand years, he had been through so much that he could accept his fate. Since he had no other choice, all he could do was submit.
~Since I'm a servant, I should act like one.~
"We're returning to my sect. But I'm not in a hurry. I have something that I need you to help me take a look at." Lin Fan said as he took out the sword formation.
Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine tiny swords could be seen hanging downwards, forming a circle. In no time, a strong sword intent could be felt.
