Xiao Wanfeng: ? ? ? ?
Something sounded in his ears.
There was a trace of uncontrollable anger and determination in Xuan Cang's voice.
It was very similar to a child's frustrations, bullied and beaten all through their youth. Upon the child's return home, he wanted his father to vent his anger on his behalf.
Thinking of this, Xiao Wanfeng hurriedly stopped, his body drenched in a cold sweat.
"Xiao Wanfeng, oh Xiao Wanfeng, you have some nerve going to your father for help! Have you lived too long?" He scolded himself quietly.
Xuan Cang, the sword spirit of the Cang Godhood Sword, had chosen him. It was something out of his wildest dreams.
Xiao Wanfeng mulled over the other party's request and vaguely felt he understood something.
