"When I turned around, that was when I noticed that Fang Min was in the hands of a Jade Purity Realm Confucian cultivator!"
Taking a sip of wine, Fang Chaoqun sighed softly, his eyes filled with the vicissitudes of life.
Unfortunately, this world had no cigarettes, and Jiang Lin had no intention of making any. Otherwise, if Fang Chaoqun had a cigarette between his lips at that moment, coupled with that melancholic gaze, he definitely could have bewitched thousands of young women!
"And then?"
Jiang Lin propped up his chin as well, glanced at Fang Chaoqun, then continued watching the girls coming and going in the street.
"Then, that stupid [bleep~~~] cultivator actually made me choose between two options! He told me to hand over Xiangrong, or else Fang Min would die right in front of me."
"So what did you choose in the end?"
"In the end, I killed that stupid [bleep~~~] Jade Purity Realm cultivator."
Setting down the wine jar, Fang Chaoqun stood up and stretched lazily. He did not continue, merely gazing ahead.
Although Fang Chaoqun had glossed over it with a single sentence, Jiang Lin knew that sheltering Xiangrong and then killing a Quasi-Saint of the Nine Great Academies would bring no shortage of trouble afterward.
"Min Min now is her reincarnation. And Xiangrong, who is now in the Immortal Realm, is the woman who lost her appearance that night."
"Old Jiang, do you remember the rumor about a Sword Dao Genius from Dragon Cry Continent who broke his own Natal Flying Sword for a woman? It was true."
"Oh."
Jiang Lin also patted his backside and stood up, without pressing further.
Jiang Lin knew that if he insisted on asking, Fang Chaoqun would certainly tell him. But there was no need anymore.
The Sword Dao