Wow, is Old Zhang really that terrifying?
"Jiugao is usually so steady, must be something on his mind. Let's wait here." Yao the Immortal shook his head, but did not say more; he wasn't one for gossip.
Seeing Yao Xuanzhou standing before him, blocking his path and not allowing him to get any closer, Li Fan understood that Zhang Jiugao's battle was not yet over.
So he lowered his head to look at the heaps of various items strewn about the ground.
They were once magical artifacts, but now smashed, weren't they just trash? Among the debris were eighteen types of weapons, as well as bottles, statues, jade pieces, and other crafts, including some that had been shaped into flying swords, but they were clearly all rubbish, shattered to the point where not even the hilt remained. It seemed that the grading standards over at the Xuantian Sword Intent were quite practical; if it isn't usable, then it's just trash...
