C3111 The Most Precious Thing Was the Memories

The most precious is memory.

"Good, good, good!"

A satisfied expression appeared on Taoist Ghost's face, as if he really admired Chen Fan's sword name.

He didn't lower his head to look at the peerless weapon in Chen Fan's hand and kept muttering to himself, "Long life, long life... What a good name."

Chen Fan seemed to have sensed the change in the way Taoist Ghost looked at him