The lingering sword qi churned the powdered rubble.
Three figures burst in—two young men and one middle-aged man.
Both young men had short hair and handsome faces, their bodies radiating powerful Star Power fluctuations.
The middle-aged man kept his strength contained, not leaking a trace.
The middle-aged man's expression was grave, his gaze sharp. It pierced through the drifting stone dust and landed on Jiang Changkong. "And you are?"
"Jiang Changkong?" one of the young men blurted out.
"Such powerful sword qi indeed. If I remember correctly, Jiang Changkong uses a saber," the other young man said.
"I use a saber. What does that have to do with you?" Jiang Changkong's gaze was cold, and he felt somewhat displeased.
He had sold it too cheaply again. It would have been one thing if they did not know.
But saying it right in front of him was crossing the line.
Fine, a great man did not stoop to the level of petty men. Jiang Changkong snorted and turned to leave. "Farewell."
"Wait."
The two young men spoke at once. Before they could give any orders, the middle-aged man had already flashed in front of Jiang Changkong, blocking his path.
"What do you mean?" Jiang Changkong frowned.
The two young men exchanged a glance, amusement appearing in their eyes. "What do we mean? Forget whether you use a sword or not—even if you did, you could never have unleashed this lingering sword qi."
Golden light glimmered at the middle-aged man's fingertips as he said calmly, "This sword qi must have come from a high-level martial artist or a high-level treasure."
Jiang Changkong remained calm. "So?"
"You really don't know what's good for you." One of the young men sighed softly. "For the sake of you selling us those slots, we had intended