After visiting Bai Zhan for a long while, Lin Bai returned to his cave abode.
Once he was back, Lin Bai took out the Demon Sword and gently wiped it down.
At that moment, Zhuo Lian and Jing Shu arrived. Seeing the Demon Sword in Lin Bai's hand, they smiled faintly and said, "Who would have thought that neither Crushing Mountain Demon Saint nor Zhu Lie had taken the Demon Sword away?"
Lin Bai laughed. "Hmph, even if they had taken it, what could they have done? The Demon Sword has a spirit. As long as I'm not dead, it won't acknowledge anyone else as its master. Even if they obtained it, all they would have gotten was a piece of scrap metal."
"Zhu Lie looked down on the Demon Sword. He believed that after obtaining that divine iron ore, he could forge other treasured swords even better than the Demon Sword!"
"Crushing Mountain Demon Saint would be even less likely to come and seize the Demon Sword. He knew that to take it from me, I would have to die. But he clearly had no intention of doing that, because he wanted to sell me for an astronomical price!"
Lin Bai said this with a faint smile.
Jing Shu asked curiously, "How do you know what Crushing Mountain Demon Saint is thinking?"
Lin Bai said, "Do you remember how, back at the Combat Arena, I sliced away half of Bai Feng's face with a single sword strike?"
Jing Shu and Zhuo Lian nodded lightly. "That's right. Bai Feng was furious at the time and wanted to fight you to the death, but that man named Bai Ling stopped him."
Lin Bai said, "Exactly. If I were a martial artist whom the White Snake clan had bought for a low