Bao Xiaoqin could not see anything unusual about an ordinary spirit sword, yet Dumb Egg stared at it in shock.
Then Wang Xian took out several more spirit swords and gave one to each of them, tossing them before the four as if they were worthless cabbages.
Xue Bing and the other two women were stunned on the spot.
Only then did Dumb Egg finally believe that the Wind and Rain Tower was truly gone.
Otherwise, if the man was gone but his sword had fallen into Wang Xian's hands... it could only mean its owner had truly been reduced to ashes.
Finally, Wang Xian tossed the gem-studded spirit sword he had previously used to fly on a sword to Bao Xiaoqin. With a wave of his hand, he turned and returned to the wooden hut to keep Old Gu company.
The four looked at one another, unable to say a word for a long time.
Others might not recognize it, but with one glance at the gem on the spirit sword, Dumb Egg knew it was a sword belonging to the Wind and Rain Tower.
Sunset City—the tall tower that had stood higher than the City Lord's Manor—was simply gone?
That day, rain poured in torrents, yet it could not wash away the terror in the hearts of the four.
With thunder rumbling in his ears, Old Gu turned over in his sleep and muttered a few words. He did not wake all night.
Seeing that Wang Xian intended to stay for a long while, Bao Xiaoqin simply bought the carriage and sent the driver home... fortunately, she was not short of money.
With no storms or troubles hanging over them for the moment, Dumb Egg and Xue Bing did not care what they would do tomorrow. They went