"I asked around, this guy is just a minor clerk, poor as a church mouse, nothing to squeeze, Uncle Three." Sun Chengzong looked puzzled at Sun Wujiu beside him.
"Shut your mouth!" Sun Wujiu, clad in a black robe, stood in the shadows of the trees, his face full of dissatisfaction as he scolded: "Have you forgotten the purpose of our journey!"
Sun Chengzong rolled his eyes: "It's been so long, that Sword Box gourd has long been out of sight."
"Even if we really find the precious gourd, won't it be the direct descendants of the main house who get the privilege to nurture the Flying Sword? We... pfft!" Sun Chengzong grumbled discontentedly.
Sun Wujiu remained silent, calmly looking at a weed under his feet.
After a long while, he finally spoke indifferently, "Set up the Isolation Barrier Technique as quickly as possible."
Sun Chengzong became even more impatient: "Why bother with such a huge effort, just go and kill him."