At the bottom of the deep valley, since Su Mo had encountered Liu Suifeng, how could he not deliver the escort item?
The person borrowing the sword nodded slightly, but did not mention the matter of borrowing the sword.
With a tap of his toes, he had already reached the roof of the Mysterious Grass Hut.
Sitting cross-legged with arms around the knees, he silently watched the battle between the Blood Sea Sect Master and Liu Suifeng in the distance.
A third emotion, besides fatigue and anger, appeared on his face… confusion.
"Almost… Just a little more…"
"Is this considered a good sword?
"What exactly is a good sword?"
His eyes were blurry, and a faint voice emanated from the corners of his mouth.
Wei Ziyi looked up at the Sword Borrower and whispered to Su Mo, "Is he really here to look for you?"
"He's here for the sword."
Su Mo gently patted the box behind him and casually unlocked it.
