The Taia Sword standing upright in the courtyard was covered with a dark green patina, and its cracks spread out like centipede legs, while the rust and coagulated blood scabs emitted a strange purple glow under the sunset.
A few steps away, a drunk man slumped on a rattan chair, holding a wine jar that thudded into a pile of decaying leaves with a dull echo.
"Master."
Chen Sansi walked into the courtyard and handed over a storage bag: "This is what you asked for last time."
Lord Taishan would ask him for some Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures from time to time, then send them to Immortal Jing Shu at Xiaoxiang Pavilion.
"Oh, it's you?"
Mu Chutai's voice was a bit hoarse. After recognizing who it was, he grabbed the storage bag, checked that everything was in order, and then slowly sat up: "You sure are bold, daring to wipe out the Guiyuan Sect!
"From now on, when you go out, don't say I'm your master.
"What brings you to me today?"
"Senior sister Ping'an."
