C743 The Choice of the Blade!

"Haha, you jest, my good sir. I'm a mere fifty-six years old; it's hardly time to be picking out a coffin," said Hundreds of Thousands of Knives, smoothly steering the conversation into a joke.

Zhang Xing paused, sizing him up. The man appeared to be in his fifties. Towering half a head above the innkeeper of Willow Town, he stood at an impressive 1.85 meters. Moreover