Mo Shi smiled faintly, then flipped his palm, and a bronze sword sheath appeared in his hand. The sheath was covered in cracks, engraved with intricate patterns. The patterns resembled the three thousand Great Daos, yet also some twisted, bizarre force. Though it had already shattered, merely looking at it made one's heart palpitate.
"This is Black Sword's sheath?"
Bai Yu looked at the item in Mo Shi's hand in surprise.
"That's right. It is Black Sword's sheath. Ever since our Mo Family acquired it, it has always been a set."
"One Harmonious Dao Heavenly Venerable Pill, and this item is yours."
Mo Shi's tone was exceptionally decisive, as though he wanted to get rid of the item as quickly as possible.
In truth, this had indeed been obtained by a Mo Family ancestor from an unknown ancient tomb. In order to explore that tomb, the ancestor had even been afflicted with a bloodline curse, causing the entire Mo Family to gradually decline as well.
Generation after generation, they had studied the origins of Black Sword, yet gained nothing. By Mo Shi's generation, they had completely given up.
Now that they could finally sell this item off, perhaps it was fate at work in the dark.
Hearing Mo Shi's words, Bai Yu hesitated for a moment. The other man did not seem to be lying. As for why he was selling the item, Bai Yu did not ask further. He merely nodded lightly before looking toward Luo Shuang.
Luo Shuang immediately understood. She directly took out a Harmonious Dao Heavenly Venerable Pill and tossed it over.
"Refreshing!"
Mo Shi caught the pill, then placed the sword hilt on the table.
"Oh, right. Cold Palace Tomb is exceedingly dangerous, and the five great families are no good people either. So, Fellow