After serving the big pot of rice, it was almost noon. Shen Hao wasn't just doling out food on the way; he also spotted three fist-sized Cloud Swords. Two of them he'd already marked the general locations of earlier—though a day had passed, they hadn't moved much. The third was a new find today.
Unlike the Dark Cloud Swords inside Caiyuan Village, all these Cloud Swords Shen Hao had set his eyes on were plain white.
He weighed the newly acquired Yanji Saber in his hand—it was exactly the same as the previous one. Once refined, it felt just as comfortable in his grip.
"I wonder what type of Cloud Sword it'll be this time?"
Taking advantage of the fact that no Sect Cultivators had entered yet, Shen Hao adjusted his state and reached out for the Cloud Sword for a second time.
