"Yes!"
"He was the one who gave me the Demon Suppressing Sword!" Jing Tian came to his senses and nodded slightly. A treasure like the Demon Suppressing Sword—if someone had not given it to him, what ability did he, a mere mortal, have to seek it out?
Hun Xiu said, "I remember that when Demon Lord Chonglou gave you the Demon Suppressing Sword, he said something to you, didn't he?"
"What?"
"You forgot what Demon Lord Chonglou told you that quickly?"
"Huh?"
Hearing Hun Xiu's words, Jing Tian froze. He looked at Hun Xiu in astonishment and said, "How do you know?"
When Demon Lord Chonglou had spoken to him, Jing Tian was certain.
Hun Xiu had not been there.
But why did Hun Xiu now sound as if he knew everything?
As if he had personally witnessed and experienced it all.
What was going on?
Hun Xiu smiled mysteriously. "There is nothing in the Six Realms that I do not know."
"Keep the Demon Suppressing Sword safe. Do not think of selling it."
"If Demon Lord Chonglou finds out that you sold the Demon Suppressing Sword..."
"He will come and kill you."
"Cultivate diligently."
"If you meet Demon Lord Chonglou again and have not improved in the slightest, he will kill you too."
"Because... he will not stand by and watch you live on, disgracing General Fei Peng."
Hun Xiu patted Jing Tian on the shoulder and said meaningfully, "Work hard."
"Do not tarnish the reputation of the former greatest God of War in heaven and earth."
"I..."
Hearing this, Jing Tian's head buzzed. He was utterly dumbfounded.
He had only come to sell the Demon Suppressing Sword. Why had the sword not been sold—
—and why did he suddenly feel such enormous pressure?
Pressure too great to