Old Ears was sprinting through the dense mist, clutching Wu Yun, who was struggling desperately, wanting to leap off the cliff to follow Chen Ji into the water.
But Old Ears held it tightly, running while soothing, "Why the hurry, dear Mao'er? Under the lake, the five swords are all divine weapons accompanied by the Lord of War during his manifestation, treasures with their own spiritual essence. Set loose, any one of them would cause a bloody storm in the Jianghu. How could he not be delighted to take them all at once?"
Wu Yun paid no heed to his words, still struggling, "Let me go, what if he faints after falling from that height?"
Listening to its meows, Old Ears remained calm, saying, "Are you suggesting I deceived him? Tch, the Martial Temple Mountain Gate, if I didn't trick him, he'd never dare come here in his lifetime. Struggling outside to find swords, who knows which year he might succeed? Just tell me, are there five swords under the lake?"
