And the long sword and short dagger still in the air also fell to the ground.
Zhang San threw the Qingyi Dagger to Nan Jing and at the same time, he put away his own long sword.
From the moment he made a move against the old man, throughout the process, Zhang San's actions didn't drag, nor did he hesitate.
To be able to do this required not only absolute strength but also absolute confidence.
This also made the people present even more curious about Zhang San's identity.
Mainly, it's unsettling for them to have such a powerful person nearby of whom they know nothing at all.
Having dealt with these matters, Zhang San then turned to the standing Fang Lao, clasping his hands and smiling, "Fang Lao, long time no see."
"How long has it been since I last saw you, eh? I didn't expect you to come to this place. Don't tell me you came just because you knew I was in trouble."
Fang Lao directly cut off what Zhang San was about to say.
