C131 I'm Worried about My Prodigal Son!
Strolling through Purple Gold Mountain, Ling Xian stumbled upon quite a few treasures. He paused at a vendor's stall and lifted a Flying Sword, inquiring, "How much for this, shopkeeper?"
The vendor glanced at Ling Xian, eyes gleaming with a golden hue, "Ah, Young Hero, such discerning taste! This Flying Sword boasts a noble history—it was once wielded by a Demon King
