Qi family inner treasury
A huge pile of miscellaneous junk lay heaped before them.
"So much scrap metal?"
Seeing the mountain of swords and sabers piled before him, Heavenly Void Daoist, who had followed along behind, was somewhat taken aback as well.
Many swords and sabers stood scattered every which way across the warehouse floor. At a glance, their numbers formed a small hill.
Amid the dust, Qi Yi gave a soft snort.
"You old fellow have quite the thick skin, following us all the way here!"
Heavenly Void Daoist was not embarrassed in the least. He merely chuckled. "Old Qi, why be so stingy? Besides, this Daoist has no use for your family's heap of junk!"
Zhang Jian casually waved a hand. An illusory azure talisman appeared in his palm, and the Wind-Walking Technique began to circulate. A breeze swept through, carrying away layers upon layers of dust.
He wore a robe of azure silk, his black hair simply secured with a hair crown, long locks cascading over his shoulders. With broad sleeves billowing, he took the lead into the warehouse.
Qi Yi glanced at the old Daoist behind him and shook his head. "What do you know, old fellow? These are the Qi family's collections from hundreds of years. There are no lack of treasures among them. Only a mixture of truth and falsehood can muddle people's eyes!"
Heavenly Void Daoist laughed.
Qi Yi ignored Heavenly Void Daoist's muttering. He strode first to the center of the warehouse, then found an ancient sword with a purple hilt and lightly lifted it. A bright gleam of sword light emerged, its blade like a pool of autumn water.
He cradled it in both hands and looked at it fondly before bringing it to Zhang Jian.
"A-Yu, this was a famed