"Let's make sure to return here again," Yan Xiaobao said to everyone as they left the restaurant. Each of them summoned a sword; these swords were identical, even Yan Xiaobao's sword matched them, and they soared into the sky, returning to the mansion.
Although Yan Xiaobao hoped his sword would always be the fastest so that he could always escape, the swords he made for his family were equally prudent. If they had to flee from dangerous people, he would provide them with the best. Even Saints could not attack them because their swords were at least three times faster than those sold at the Black Market Auction House.
Returning to their mansion again, the entire family was in an excellent mood. Today, they all went to their rooms to begin cultivation. Each of them had their own thoughts.
