"Flying General!"
Zhao Yi suddenly exclaimed.
Wen Ping was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the sword in his hand. He had just used this sword to mince dumpling meat, so he hadn't stored it in the Storage Ring. From Zhao Yi's expression, it seemed like he recognized this sword!
"Do you know it?"
Wen Ping asked curiously.
Zhao Yi nodded repeatedly, at a speed Wen Ping had never seen before, even faster than when Wen Ping gave him a job sweeping to offset cultivation expenses.
How should I put it, a bit like a woodpecker, as if he could shake his brain out at any moment.
Wen Ping saw something else in Zhao Yi's eyes.
Surprise!
Bewilderment?
And shock.
The combination of these turned Zhao Yi into a different person.
Wen Ping promptly handed over the sword, "Is this sword originally yours?"
"No, it's my aunt's sword!"
"Aunt?"
The image of the woman selling the sword instantly appeared in Wen Ping's mind.
