Ling Yun suddenly woke up with a start. Why? He had forgotten to return.
Finished, completely finished. How was he going to explain this when he got back? How? He had slept for three whole days, and Ling Yun wanted to smash his head against the wall.
"Little Xinzi, wake up already. You bastard, you sleep when I sleep."
"Brother Yun, morning," Zhao Xin mumbled hazily.
Ling Yun wanted to beat him to a pulp. Morning? Didn't he tell him beforehand to wake him up? Forget it, what's done was done.
"Little Xinzi, it's not early anymore. I'm heading back."
"Don't, Brother Yun. The two of us haven't even gone out to have fun properly yet. Stay a few more days."
"No can do. Next time, my daughter is still waiting for me."
"If you ever need anything, you can come find me anytime. Right, let me give you a few good things."
Hearing this, Zhao Xin's eyes went straight, almost sparking with stars.
"This battle saber is named Frost. It was the King of Hell's weapon." Ling Yun summoned it directly from the ground.
The moment this three-meter-long saber appeared, even the color of the sky shifted, and Zhao Xin was startled out of his wits—it was the King of Hell's weapon!
"This Frost is useless to me anymore, so I'll give it to you to play with. There are still a few people on this Azure Water Star who know their stuff," Ling Yun said indifferently.
"Brother Yun, you're really giving it to me?" Zhao Xin looked at the saber, his eyes burning with heat.
Ling Yun nodded, then produced a jade slip and a bottle of pills from the void. You could say the entire void was his storage space.
"This jade slip contains a wisp of