Zhao Ruilin showed a bitter smile.
"Why, reluctant?" Zhu Lingyun looked at him casually.
Zhao Ruilin sighed and said, "Divine Venerable, if I say, the Giant Spirit Sword is lost, you wouldn't believe it, would you?"
"What do you think?!" Zhu Lingyun replied unhappily, "Why didn't you lose yourself?!"
"Senior Brother, the Giant Spirit Sword is a Spiritual Artifact refined by you," Sun Haoyang said perplexed, "You should be able to feel it even if it's lost, right?"
"It was stolen." Zhao Ruilin said.
Hu Chengxiang frowned, "The one who could steal the Giant Spirit Sword, could it be... that guy?"
He looked at Zhu Lingyun, "Divine Venerable, can you steal Senior Brother's Giant Spirit Sword without being noticed?"
Zhu Lingyun nodded.
Hu Chengxiang said, "Looks like it's still that guy!... Sneaky and really infuriating!"
Zhu Lingyun's face turned darker, and he said coldly, "Really lost?"
