Chu Yi's proactive introduction clearly caught the man off guard.
He looked up at Chu Yi, and as Chu Yi met his gaze, it was as if a streak of light brushed across the man's face.
"Chu Yi?"
Perhaps fearing an accident, Murong Feng immediately ran to the man's side, grabbed his hand, and cooed, "Uncle, this is the friend who saved my life. I asked him to accompany me here."
The man immediately smiled, patted Murong Feng's head, and said indulgently, "Little girl, what trouble have you gotten into this time? And this man had to save you?"
"I'll tell you about it later, uncle, but why did you bring out this sword today? Let me see it."
Without waiting for the man to agree, Murong Feng had already taken the longsword into her hands.
As the sharp sword was unsheathed, Chu Yi only glanced at it briefly before drawing in a sharp breath.
The blade was entirely green. Under the sunlight, it exuded a strong and piercing aura.
