C1727 One Sword

"Thank you."

The old man didn't linger. Despite feeling grateful to Ye Feng, there was no debt between them. Ye Feng wanted the Evil Sword, and the old man wanted to live. They exchanged what they needed.

"Take care," the old man said before stepping away and vanishing into thin air. He was a True Immortal, and even after being trapped here for so long, his power was still formidable