"Wait a minute!"
When Wang Lu was about to launch the spirit sword heavenly talisman to immediately return back to the sect, Sword Demon finally could not maintain his calm stance anymore; he coldly called out, "Wait a minute!"
Wang Lu inwardly sighed. "You finally couldn’t hold back?"
"What might be your advice, Mr. Sword Demon?"
Sword Demon cast a glance on Wang Lu’s mustard seed bag. "The magical talisman in your bag, was that a talisman bestowed by your sect to be used in the critical moment to send you back to your sect? If you use it rashly here, aren’t you afraid it would shock the space and rip you into powder?"
Wang Lu said, "Since it’s a way to save the life bestowed by the sect, naturally, it has a way to save the life. In theory, no matter the danger, even in the abyss of the devil realm or the western continent, all of them are incapable to cut off the transmission effect of the magical talisman."
