Before Lv Jian finished speaking, he suddenly drew a longsword from a red gourd on his body.
"Oh? Sumeru Space?"
Yang Yan looked at Lv Jian's gourd and said with some surprise.
It was a kind of spatial treasure for storage, different from Yang Yan's method of directly hiding items in the void.
If Yang Yan were to die, the space where he stored his items would shatter, and the items inside would disappear into the chaotic currents of the void.
However, Lv Jian's gourd was different; it was something that could be passed down as a family heirloom.
With the treasure sword in hand, Lv Jian's demeanor was completely different from before when he was fighting with burning flames.
Now, he was full of majesty and sharpness, standing there like an unparalleled sword already drawn from its sheath.
"A member of the Lv Family? Descendant of that Sword Immortal? Seems like during our last spar, this guy held back a trump card."
Yang Yan looked at Lv Jian, nodded thoughtfully, and said.
