At this moment, the old man was stunned. From a distance, his gaze fixed on Han Muye.
After Han Muye and Liu Hong walked past the corner of the street, the old man gritted his teeth and stood up. He didn't even want the stall anymore and strode after them.
Han Muye chuckled as he led Liu Hong out of the town.
"Fellow Daoist. Fellow Daoist."
At the entrance of the old mountain town, the old man shouted from behind and rushed forward to block Han Muye's path.
This made many people look over curiously.
Han Muye stopped and said indifferently, "Why? You don't want to sell this sword anymore?"
Hearing his words, the old man shook his head and said, "Sell. I'll sell this sword."
Then he stared at Han Muye and lowered his voice. "Fellow Daoist, what do you mean by the Confucian Dao inheritance?"
Han Muye laughed and said, "Didn't you say that you nurtured this sword?
