C509 The Number One Beauty of the Purple Cloud City

Xiaoming eyed the two swords in Lin Yu's grasp with a covetous gleam. Unable to resist, he tugged at the sleeves of his two companions and whispered, "Look at those swords."

"Those swords?" Old Eight murmured, his confusion swiftly melting away as he fixed his gaze on Lin Yu's hands. His eyes locked onto the swords, and he couldn't look away