"Little girl, are you sure that the Darkness Saint Scythe in your hands is complete?"
An indifferent voice slowly drifted across the sky above the Darkness Square. However, it caused the hearts of countless individuals to pound violently. Following which, when the crowd turned to look at those two elderly figures, there was an additional trace of fear in their eyes. It was likely that they vaguely knew just how frightening the two of them were.
"Two grand elders, what are the both of you trying to say?"
Qingtan's pupils shrunk slightly at this moment. Promptly, while gripping onto the icy cool large black scythe with her delicate little hand, she asked in a cold voice, "Don't tell me that you think that this Darkness Saint Scythe is fake?"
