"It's of use." Mu Qianyue revealed a mysterious smile.
At this moment, suddenly two figures blocked the way, stopping Mu Qianyue in her tracks. She was stunned, seeing an old man and a young man standing opposite her.
"Young one, may I have a look at the broken sword in your hand?" The old man wore a brown robe made of snow satin, his hair was gray, but his face was rosy, showing a rather amicable smile.
However, Mu Qianyue still caught the fleeting gleam in his eyes and the excitement when he saw the broken sword, although he hid it well. Perhaps, this old man also noticed something about the broken sword?
"My parents said not to speak with strangers while out."
The old man's mouth visibly twitched, then he forced a very kind smile, "Young one, don't worry, we are not bad people, I just want to see the broken sword in your hand, I have no ill intentions."
