"Who else could it be if not me, Great Elder," Han Yan poked her head out from a pile of miscellaneous items, looking at the Great Elder with a pitiable, breathless gaze. "Please do me a favor and help me out."
It was indeed too heavy. It was fine with the spiritual elixirs and cultivation methods, but those dozen or so longswords were really of exceptional quality, each made from refined steel. They looked light but weighed about one to two hundred pounds apiece.
Even for the strength of a Great Swordsman, carrying two to three thousand pounds at once was overwhelming for Mu Hanyan.
"You're not dead?" the Great Elder asked.
"Have you ever seen a dead person talk?" Mu Hanyan retorted irritably.
"Did you take the things inside?" the Great Elder pointed towards the tomb and asked with a stern face.
