C22 The Sword Was a Holy Item in Ancient Times

"Yaen Shisan, you honor me with your presence," came a raspy, chilling voice from Yaen Shisan. As his gaze met Wang Feng's, it felt to Wang Feng as if he were being sized up by a sword bristling with lethal intent, sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.

"No need for formalities," Wang Feng said, gesturing dismissively with a nod, a look of satisfaction on his face