C112 People from the mao mountain sect

This old Daoist's eyes were fixated on the Three Revolutions Thousand Lightning Striked Date sword in my hand. The light in his eyes shone brightly, as if he wanted to snatch it away from me.

I subconsciously kept the wooden sword and chuckled. "It's not anything good. It's just a wooden sword my master gave me."

The old Daoist shook his head and said