Zhang sanjian pushed away the sword on his shoulder expressionlessly, but Shen Changge knew his limits. He didn't put the sword on Zhang sanjian's neck, but only on his shoulder. It was obvious that he was acting cool.
Sanjian Zhang's face turned serious.
"Changge, I have something important to tell you!"
His tone was extremely anxious, and at this moment, he was also burning with anxiety.
"Did you know that the four black-robed men have already set up a formation in the DA Lou sword sect? they're going to use the DA Lou sword sect as a blood sacrifice this afternoon!"
Sanjian Zhang was extremely anxious. This was his sect, and he regarded the disciples of his sect as his own people. Someone wanted to sacrifice them, so sanjian Zhang's heart was burning.
He paced around anxiously.
