Lin Miao returned home and took out the Cyan Fish Sword given to him by an old soldier. Although this small sword wasn't anything valuable, it helped him quite a bit before he established himself in Dongshan.
However, the old man's advice couldn't be ignored.
It was time for this Cyan Fish Sword to be returned to its rightful owner.
"Junior Brother."
"Senior Sister is here." Lin Miao placed the Cyan Fish Sword on the sword rack, walked over, and saw the late-night snack Sun Youwei had brought. The familiar aroma wafted in the air.
"Senior Sister, I already told you, you don't need to give me this. I'm in good health," Lin Miao said. "No need for supplements."
"No worries, this is a warm tonic, it won't do you any harm." Sun Youwei said with a gentle smile, handing the bowl to Lin Miao.
