Where is my sword?
On the way here, Wang Danyang had imagined countless reactions from Chen Yang, but he never expected that the Former Chief Military Commander would cut to the chase so directly.
"What, not satisfied with taking my friend's Sanqing Sword? You want to take my personal sword as well?" Chen Yang flicked ash from his cigarette for the second time, his movements slow and his posture lazy.
"No, no, no, not at all."
Wang Danyang quickly shook his head and said to Wang Chun beside him, "Go, bring Chen Shuai's sword."
As he spoke, he swept a glance over the others and nodded to himself. A wise man doesn't fight when the odds are against him. I'll give him the sword for now. After the people from Biluo Sword Valley kill him, won't the Traveling Dragon Sword still belong to my Wang Family?
Already filled with terror, Wang Chun didn't dare delay. "I-I'll go right away!" he stammered, immediately running off.
Chen Yang then added, "And my friend's Sanqing Sword."
