As the water level of the lake continues to drop, Lu Lin becomes increasingly certain of his suspicions.
The sword handle and blade have both been partially exposed.
Just the sword handle alone is ten meters long, and Lu Lin can't imagine what kind of person would use such a weapon.
After all, at General Mountain, he had seen many cultivators from the Giant Tribe, and even among them, few exceeded ten meters in height.
Just the handle is this long, so it's conceivable that the blade is at least five times longer than the handle.
Which means the entire sword is sixty meters long.
Lu Lin continues to draw out the ice water from the lake.
Then, he hears Li Xuanjin's voice ring out again.
"Lu Lin, stop, stop it."
"If you continue to draw water from the lake, you'll eventually be discovered by Hao Datong."
"Once he realizes something is wrong, he will rush over and kill both of us."
"Oh?"
"Why?"
Lu Lin asked.
