"I have no idea either!"
Fan Ping shook his head, "As soon as they arrived, they started attacking, and when I was the only one left, they said I had destroyed the scabbard of the Saint Blade and lost the sword, demanding our whole family's lives as compensation!"
Jiang Chen was slightly startled and thought of the incident on the train, keenly perceiving that the two men on the train seemed to share some similarities with the men today.
Turning to look at Fan Zhewei, Jiang Chen spoke with a grave voice, "I'm afraid the people who wanted to blow you up on the train are in cahoots with them."
"What?!"
"They're together?!"
Fan Zhewei and Fan Ping exclaimed in shock, completely dumbfounded, their hearts pounding and their bodies trembling.
Seeing that he couldn't get any more information from Fan Ping, Jiang Chen turned around, bent down, and picked up the scabbard that had fallen to the ground.
"Clang—"
The Tang Sword slid into the scabbard, a perfect fit.
