Su Xingchen looked at the route drawn above. Though it had been sketched by hand, it was quite detailed, with each location and distance clearly marked.
Luo Tian smiled. "Looking at the route, it'll only take a day or two to get there. I just don't know if that guy's still around."
"The Witch Spirit Sword is even more tempting than you imagine. He can't go anywhere else right now. If he does, a whole crowd will follow him. Finding him will be easy."
"Then there's no way he'll get away." Luo Tian smiled. Outgoing by nature, he had ended up talking to Su Xingchen the most.
After all, Bai Zhancheng was a man of few words, and Bai Shan and Chen Xiong were both the quiet type. Lu Kun was a rough sort, and Sima Qin only spoke now and then.
Most of the time, Luo Tian was the only one who could keep up a conversation with Su Xingchen. Gradually, everyone had gotten used to letting the two of them handle the talking.
They put away the map, and the food and wine began arriving one dish at a time. Everyone started eating and chatting.
As Luo Tian poured Su Xingchen a drink, he asked curiously, "Senior, I've always wondered: how did something as powerful as the Witch Spirit Sword end up in the hands of someone at the level of a Chaos Elder?"
Su Xingchen lifted his cup and drained it in one go. "A twist of fate, I suppose."
If there was one thing in this world that could be called a twist of fate, it was that loathsome giant dragon. Back then, it had destroyed his body and scattered his soul. If he hadn't escaped that calamity with the help of the Spirit Ink Inkstone,