It was an extremely ancient sword. An evil aura was being released by the sword. That made it so that one couldn’t help but stare at it. After a long time, Wang Lin slowly awakened. His eyes lit up as he gained some understanding.
Three days later, the entire Teng Family City was covered in flowers as thousands of cultivators walked through the streets. Zhang Hu and Wang Lin had left early in the morning and were wandering around in the city.
Because Zhang Hu needed to sell the ginseng, he left after talking to Wang Lin for a bit.
Wang Lin slowly walked through the city while checking out all of the stalls. Some of the stuff really interested him, but the prices were simply too high, so Wang Lin left.
While he was walking, he suddenly stopped. Before him was the stall of a cultivator who had various flying swords, pieces of jade, and a thread bound book.
There were a few small words on the book. “Basic formation research”