The two of them separated on the street. Not to mention Yang Xiaoyun, Su Mo alone bought some sesame cakes and cooked food and casually strolled on the street for a while.
Perhaps it was because they were relatively near to Crouching Bull Mountain, it felt a little dilapidated. There were not many pedestrians on the streets.
The town was a scene of desolation, and there were no inhabitants in many of the houses.
Su Mo was interweaving at the roadways and he suddenly stopped in his tracks.
"Honored Sir, you've been following me since I entered this town, may I know why you are doing this?"
He turned around. Someone was standing behind him.
This person was not too old, and he looked down and out. His sleepy eyes were dim. When he heard this, he looked up at Su Mo. Or to be precise, he looked at the sword sheath on Su Mo's back and said in a rather tired tone, "Borrow a sword."
"Borrow a sword?"
Su Mo raised his brows.
