Jiang Sanlang furrowed his brows and promptly got up and ran out of the room.
But after searching for quite a while at the place where he and his brothers were working, he found no trace of the magic sword.
What happened? Did the sword fly away?
Not only him, Jiang Dalang and Jiang Erlang who also came out to search with him were equally puzzled. After searching every corner within two miles, they still couldn't find it.
Just when they were at a loss, Jiang Sanlang suddenly thought of something and turned back home.
By this time, his little daughter was already asleep, snuggling with a fluffy flying rat.
Jiang Sanlang didn't make a sound and carefully tidied up the room.
He wanted to put the cultivators' daily items back into the storage bag, but since he was not blessed with the luck of the immortals, he couldn't put anything into it.
He could only wait until his little daughter woke up.
