"Tsk..."
The Creation Divine Sword sneered, "Master, you did say that was back then, but don't forget, your cultivation now is merely at the True Immortal Realm. What if things go wrong during a fight? How could you be a match for the City Lord here, Zhao Shuo?"
"Would he dare?"
Yan Rufeng's eyes flashed sharply, "Even if Zhao Shuo had a million lives, he wouldn't dare to make a move in front of me."
"Oh, oh."
The Creation Divine Sword jibed, "Master, don't get worked up. This baby is just worried for you, alright?"
"Xiao Jian, don't worry too much about this matter. Once we reach the Zhao Family, do not speak in front of others."
"Alright."
The Creation Divine Sword agreed and sped up its flight.
"Shwoosh, shwoosh~"
A sword rainbow tore through the sky, and everyone along Yan Rufeng's path couldn't help but look up to the heavens.
One person exclaimed, "Goodness, who is flying on a sword? Does he have a death wish?"
"Hmph!"
