Lin Mo's eyes lit up as he stared hard at the eighteen green bamboo swords floating in the air.
"Thank you for your gift, senior." Lin Mo gave a deep bow; toward this old man, his gratitude came from the bottom of his heart.
"Alright, this old man hates this kind of nonsense the most. You can go. Next time we meet, don't be as weak as you are now." The old man waved his sleeve, and then both the bamboo swords and Lin Mo were wrapped in gentle Primordial Power and directly sent out.
Lin Mo only felt the Space before his eyes collapse and fade; he didn't know whether a year had passed or just a second. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing on a vast stone square.
In front of the square, a Sky-reaching Stone Sword Stele stood upright.
"I'm out?"
Lin Mo was dazed for several seconds before finally reacting—he had already come out from the Nether Space.
