"I must keep this sword today!"
Yizang Heitian looked at the Anan Sword as if seeing a peerless beauty.
After just one look, he couldn't tear his eyes away.
Ye Chenfeng now had a vague understanding that this guy was originally after his Anan Sword.
"Then let's see if you have the skills to do so?"
Ye Chenfeng sneered.
All along, it's been him who takes others' things.
If anyone tries to take his, that's absolutely forbidden!
Yizang Heitian's lips curled into a cold smile: "Kid, you seem capable indeed. Though you haven't reached the Innate, your strength is comparable to Keiko. But in my presence, you're still no match!"
Yizang Heitian's gaze swept over, Ye Chenfeng felt as if he was being seen through once more.
In front of this small figure, it seemed there were no secrets.
"You don't know what a true master is like? The difference between you and them is like heaven and earth!"
Yizang Heitian snorted disdainfully, his eyes full of contempt.
