Within Ziyang Mountain, in the mountain leader's refined abode.
On the desk lay the saber that had broken a horse, and just like Liu Bolun, upon seeing this saber, the elder named Ruan Shantao first reminisced about the experience of polishing it, then immediately declared it a death sentence.
"If Liu Qingyun had brought this blade here, polishing it for his own needs, I would have at least charged him a few hundred coins to support my students."
At this point, Ruan Shantao cupped his hands towards Du Chengfeng.
"But you, a warrior who has fought your way from the northern borders, this blade has likely been stained with barbarian blood, such a valiant deed, I won't charge you... Please leave, warrior, this blade has reached its life's end, it truly cannot be repaired."
"This..."
Hearing the old man's words, Du Chengfeng realized why he was stopped at the mountain gate to pay money; it turned out the root of the matter was here.
