As the bronze short sword was removed from the box, the points of light inside once again began to whirl.
All was as it had been.
Fang Zhixing showed neither joy nor sorrow, turning his head to look at the woman and the boy next to the box.
He did not sense even a hint of the aura of the living from these two.
"Could they really be Immortals?"
Immortals were definitely not to be trifled with.
Just think about the fate of Master Breaking Precepts...
Fang Zhixing did not seek death. After only a few glimpses, he started to walk out.
Uncle Tang and his seven apprentices watched him leave the secret chamber, each with a different expression.
Except for Bo Yan'e, who was staring intently at Fang Zhixing's face with great interest.
The remaining seven had their eyes fixed on that bronze short sword.
