Trust Between Friends

"Since you'd already gotten out, why come back?"

The aged voice rang out faintly. It belonged to the Mysterious Person who had previously plotted against Chen Luo. A great quantity of black liquid seeped from the surface of the Black Sword. Like the bugs Chen Luo had crushed before, the liquid slowly gathered together and formed a hunched, diminutive figure.

"Are you from the Ancient Sword Sect?"

Chen Luo looked at the old fellow squeezing out of the Black Sword like sludge and asked.

"More or less."

"What does that mean?"

"I used to be from the Ancient Sword Sect. I'm not anymore."

The little old man did not hide it and directly revealed his origins. Of course, it was also possible that Chen Luo's strength had earned his recognition, making him unwilling to play mysterious games as he did with everyone else.

"This little old man is Ding Mao."

"So it's fellow cultivator Ding." A dazzling smile appeared on Chen Luo's face.

At last, he had caught a cultivator from the Upper Nine Sects. No matter what, he could not let him get away this time. He had to dig out more solid information.

"Can you tell me where the Ancient Sword Sect is? I would very much like to pay my respects to its seniors."

"I cannot speak of it."

Ding Mao shook his head, not even daring to mention it.

"Nothing about the Upper Nine Sects can be spoken of. If I say it here, they will sense it immediately over there. Then not only I, but you as well, will be hunted down by them."

"You can't even say it?"

Chen Luo frowned. He had not expected the Upper Nine Sects to be so tyrannical.

No wonder he had been unable to find any clues no