Qing Ming City.
In the shop.
Lu Ming was expressionless as he looked at the little thing vibrating on the table.
Buzz—
Buzz—
The little thing was vibrating constantly, extremely mischievous.
That damn communication device. Since Li Haoran messaged him, it had not stopped… It had been vibrating…
Shush!
Lu Ming simply chucked it aside.
Sword Card Master…
His head hurt at the thought of it now.
All this while, he had tried his best not to recruit people into the vocation and control the number of incumbents, never did he expect…
Unknowingly, there were already four of them!
Furthermore…
There might be more to come!
"Xiao-Xiaojian."
Lu Ming sighed.
He was already used to being alone.
He did not like to bear heavy burdens. If there were more Sword Card Masters, everyone's future was tantamount to a responsibility which weighed down heavily on Lu Ming's heart.