"Not dead?"
The cloth-clad young girl was even more surprised, looking at this guy's appearance, he had been soaking in the seawater for at least half a month, how could he not be dead?
"This young man, I'm afraid he's not an ordinary person..."
The white-haired middle-aged man's gaze fell on the three swords at this young swordsman's waist. He merely touched the sword scabbard, and he instantly felt a surge of fierce and violent intention striking him, causing a sense of mental disarray.
"Terrifying!"
The white-haired middle-aged man was shocked in his heart. The treasure swords hadn't even been drawn, yet they possessed such a sharpness. What formidable power would be unleashed once drawn?
Such treasure swords, Ling Chen actually possessed three of them, plus that one black sword, which he dared not even touch, its mere emanating aura making him fearful.
"Dad, what's wrong?"
The cloth-clad young girl hurriedly supported the white-haired middle-aged man.
"Nothing."
