"He has no freakin' clue..."
Wen Ting muttered as he paced back and forth by the Sword Washing Pool, finally saying, "Do you have a rough idea where?"
"No."
"So you want me to search in the spatial fragment? Find a needle in a haystack!"
"No! Exit the spatial fragment, and search the starry sky! The ruins of the god slayer are almost like the Abyss Island."
"What?" Wen Ting's face changed dramatically, turning as dark as charcoal, yet surprisingly, he did not rebut but just muttered incomprehensibly, clearly cursing foully.
Can he really do it?
The storyteller was shocked.
After all, when his brother proposed this outrageous idea earlier, he had his doubts.
Now it seems...
"Have you broken through to become a sword saint?"
"No!"
"A breakthrough in another sense?"
"Not telling you! You big mouth, can't keep a secret!"
So, he really had a breakthrough… The storyteller felt relieved instead; both his brothers being so powerful was good news, everyone else could relax now.
