"Who did you give Zhan Lu to?" Cang Jian forcefully suppressed the agitation in her heart and asked in a low voice.
Xiao Luo SIR withdrew his admiring gaze from Nuwa's primordial spirit and began sizing up the girl, who was at most waist-high to him. "His name is Da Zhe. He's more or less a family friend of mine."
He wasn't lying. Setting aside Da Zhe's identity as the Black Soul Envoy, when Da Zhe had been human, he really had counted as a relative and friend of Boss Luo's identity... his former cousin-in-law.
"It was him?" Cang Jian couldn't help being stunned. Then her gaze sharpened, and she gave a cold snort.
That snort was filled with intense dissatisfaction and anger.
She had every right to be angry. She and Zhan Lu Sword had actually once come so close to each other. Back then, when Da Zhe entered Paradise Lost and reached the Throne Room to meet the Fuxi Throne, Cang Jian had been inside the Fuxi Throne's room.
There had been only a single door between her and Da Zhe.
Unfortunately, while the Fuxi Throne had been conversing with Da Zhe, the Fuxi Throne had cut her off. She had had no idea what the two of them had discussed.
She hadn't asked at the time, assuming that the Fuxi Throne had done it deliberately and must have had his reasons. She hadn't expected that the last Famous Sword would ultimately be on Da Zhe.
Was it to keep me from fighting Da Zhe?
That rotten old man.
The girl, who felt as though she had missed an entire world, was inexplicably irritable. She had come today to sever the worldly ties of a certain self in the Minor World, but she had run into an obstacle