Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and Wang Xun handed the Green Ruler Sword back to the members of the Li family, only saying:
"Better than I expected, it only lost ten percent of its Sword Intent, thank you all."
Then, like fleeing, he rode the wind away, daring not to say another word. The two brothers exchanged glances; it seemed that this man truly did not wish to entangle himself in worldly affairs, speaking more only when he had sought help earlier.
The two of them returned to the small courtyard on the mountain in the rain, one holding the sword and the other holding a green jade box, where a crowd of the Li family was already waiting.
The rain on the mountain tapped continuously, and the courtyard was silent. On the flat and smooth table lay a pile of jade bottles, large and small, green and white, exuding Spiritual Energy.
At the other end of the table were five or six jade bottles, placed there in isolation.
"It's mostly like this..."
