Hum!
Fang Lin's words had just dropped when a blood-red longsword flew out of the Nine Palace Bag, its tip aiming directly at Fang Lin, seemingly ready to strike at any moment.
The color of Fang Lin's face changed instantly. "Hehe, senior, we can talk this out, we are acquainted after all, there is no need for threats with swords," he said.
The blood-red longsword circled around Fang Lin but didn't descend. Still, it was enough to startle Fang Lin.
"Do you want to know the origin of this sword?" the Demon Saint asked.
Fang Lin was stunned. The origin of this sword? What could it be? Wasn't it just a weapon of the Demon Saint?
"This sword... does it have a special origin?" Fang Lin inquired.
The Demon Saint appeared and stood in front of Fang Lin. He stroked the blood-red longsword, his eyes filled with a profound sense of sorrow.
Seeing the Demon Saint's expression, Fang Lin instantly knew that this sword was extraordinary and held a profound significance to the Demon Saint.
