Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, six years had gone by.
Suotuo City.
"Brother Chuan, look, this shop is so strange."
Xiao Wu curiously pointed at the dilapidated storefront beside them. One corner of its signboard had broken off. There were no words on it, only a circular emblem engraved with elements such as a sword, a mammoth, and a hammer.
It resembled the Elder Token issued by Spirit Hall. No lights were on inside, making the place dim and gloomy, and it was impossible to see what was happening within.
"Shall we take a look?"
As Qian Renchuan looked at the run-down shop, he felt as though something inside was waiting for him. Just as he was about to enter, he discovered that Tang San had already rushed ahead of him.
"Xiao Sanzi, why are you in such a hurry?"
Xiao Wu looked displeased as she watched Tang San rush inside. She had no favorable impression of this tagalong, who was even getting in the way of her private time with Qian Renchuan.
"Ah, why stoop to his level? Let's go in and take a look too."
Qian Renchuan's gaze shifted slightly. He knew Tang San was somewhat special, and that he was in no way inferior to him when it came to hidden weapons.
Tang San probably came from the same world as he did. What displeased him, however, was that this brat was actually interested in Xiao Wu, which made him rather unhappy.
Tang San also seemed to harbor deep hostility toward Spirit Hall. That made Qian Renchuan feel that this man was already courting death.
What kind of place was Spirit Hall? It was his home, and in the future, it would be his property. You piece of trash, even if you came