There was nothing strange about the dead. What was strange was the sword. It was a good thing at first glance. No matter who killed this cultivator, whether the other party used a sword or not, he would not let go of the sword. But now, the sword was placed there, which was really strange.
Zhao Hai looked around. With a wave of his hand, the ground trembled. Then, the body and the sword were buried in the ground and disappeared. Just as Zhao Hai was about to leave, he heard a loud shout, " "Stop right there, kid. You've ruined my good time, so you're thinking of leaving, do you know that?"
