As soon as Wang Lu's voice arrived, the blood-colored flying sword immediately stopped, and then it trembled more violently, but it was no longer with ill intent. The blood color on the sword quickly dissipated and was replaced with dazzling brilliance, just like the tears in the eyes.
"Okay, it's just two hundred years of not seeing each other, why the fuss? I know you guys have a hard time all these years. Don't worry, we'll meet soon."
With those words from Wang Lu, those dead treasures were finally in peace. After the noisy vigor was gone, those white lights quickly dimmed down and disappeared, and the relics returned to the ground to rest.
Feng Yin and the others were already very excited, "Big Brother, is that you?"
The voice outside the sky was silent for a moment.
"Actually, I don't really want to talk to you guys in this capacity. After all, it has been many years. But now that I have been found, I'd like to say hello to all of you."
