"So that's the Purple Nether Sword?"
Lin Fan's expression changed the moment he heard that. He nearly jumped to his feet.
"How do you know? Who are you?"
Chen Yan didn't look at him. With a sullen expression, he rinsed a cup with hot water and spoke wearily.
"What are you making such a fuss about? It's just one of the seven Demon Swords from Wind-Fire Lan Shan. You act as if everyone is out to steal it from you..."
Lin Fan sneered.
"There's no shortage of people in the Jianghu who are after this sword."
"Besides... in the entire Jianghu, there are only seven Demon Swords like this!"
"Speaking of which..."
Fang Shuwen suddenly spoke up.
"Brother Chen, would you care to accompany me to the Golden Bell Tower later?"
"Hm? Of course."
Chen Yan glanced at Fang Shuwen.
"Are you really planning to sell Sinking Blood?"
Lin Fan's eyes flew wide open.
"Sinking Blood?
"Are you talking about... the Demon Sword, Sinking Blood?!"
Fang Lingxin also looked at Fang Shuwen.
