Capítulo 1215: Two Thousand Elite Disciples of the Sword Sect Sharpened Their Swords to Greet Each Other (5)

"You can visit him in the city in the future."

The gray-robed cultivator took the storage bag and probed it with his divine sense. His body trembled and his eyes widened.

Hearing Han Muye's words, he looked up blankly, the corners of his mouth trembling, and nodded.

100,000 spiritual rocks!

These were spiritual rocks that he could never earn in his lifetime!

No matter what, it was worth it to be able to take out 100,000 spiritual rocks as a settlement fee.

"May I ask why that strike just now was different?" As Han Muye was leading the child away, the white-bearded old man asked anxiously.

"Your sword lacks the Dao." Han Muye shook his head and disappeared with the child.

If he hadn't realized that this old man's swordsmanship hadn't attained the Dao, he wouldn't have taken Wang Minghe's reincarnation away so soon.

"No Dao…" The old man trembled all over, looked at the sword in his hand, and was momentarily dazed.