Upon the bed, Yuan Gangquan's eyes widened in astonishment at the sight of the bronze sword in Lu Chuan's hand.
"Could this precious sword be the very one that the Carefree Taoist Priest possessed back then?"
Having said that, he turned to look at Caretaker Old Zhao.
Old Zhao had seen the bronze sword before and would certainly be able to recognize it.
"Young City Lord, I can assure you, this bronze sword is indeed the one with which the Carefree Taoist Priest saved your father. I remember it distinctively; there is absolutely no mistake," Old Zhao declared.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Gangquan nodded slightly, smiled at Lu Chuan, and said, "Then I'll have to trouble you, young brother. Once this is over, I will personally visit to properly thank you for your assistance."
Lu Chuan, holding the bronze sword, walked toward Yuan Gangquan, "Leave the rest to me."
The blade stretched out towards Yuan Gangquan, who immediately looked pained.
