"Stop talking, hurry!"
After a series of operations, using the remote trading feature of the player system, an item labeled [Cang Xuan Remains] entered Tu Hu's space bag.
He immediately took it out.
He carefully stepped forward and lifted it, arranging the posture, using his hand to wipe away the dust on it, trying his best to restore its solemn sitting position, and then solemnly placed it back in its original spot.
But the sword that accompanied Cang Xuan for a lifetime might never be found again.
It was bought in the trading house and disappeared like a stone thrown into the sea.
Not even knowing who bought it.
Posting inquiries on the forum is useless; with so many new posts every day, his anonymous post couldn't stir any waves.
After sighing in his heart, Tu Hu took two steps back and looked at Cang Xuan's cross-legged sitting posture.
A peerless swordsman who once wrote the final elegy for a civilization with one person and one sword: Cang Xuan.
