A sixteen-year-old kid, carrying on his shoulder a broadsword bigger than him and weighing over 200 pounds. The striking contrast made Hua Liunian feel a bit dizzy.
With his jaw trembling slightly, he said, "M-M-Master Uncle, are you alright?" He still couldn't quite believe it.
Rolling his eyes, Little Wolf impatiently said, "What could possibly be wrong? Let's go quickly, I need to come back for dinner later."
After saying this, he ignored Hua Liunian and led the way out by himself.
As soon as Hua Liunian saw this, he quickly greeted Luo Chao and chased after him. By the time he got out the door, Little Wolf was downstairs honking the horn wildly urging him to hurry up.
Sitting in the passenger seat, still shaken, he eyed the broadsword placed in the back seat and curiously asked, "Master Uncle, is this sword something passed down in our Sect? What's its name?"
