"Reaching the pinnacle, possessing divine skills, truly worthy of being one of the Three Wonders of the Golden Era of Tang, the Sword Master."
Using the Celestial Eye, Ye Qingzhou glimpsed those passionate years buried in the torrent of history, allowing his Sword Intent to penetrate the barrier of time and resonate with the unparalleled swordsmen of the past, benefiting greatly from it.
"Three billion, at least it wasn't wasted."
"Was the original owner of this wooden box really Sword Saint Pei Min?"
"Yes."
"Why don't I feel anything?"
Xu Yuebing reached out and touched the wooden box, but felt nothing in response.
