"Then give me the sword!"
A languid voice echoed leisurely throughout the trading area, like a ripple on a calm lake, spreading out and amplifying into thousands of waves.
Eyes from all directions shot towards the source of the voice as if by agreement.
"Damn, he's here again."
Wang Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat as he stared wide-eyed at Zhou Dao, who was walking out.
"Who are you?" Qi Liuyun's eyes narrowed slightly as he asked in a deep voice.
"I am the Original Daoist!"
"Original Daoist!?"
At this name, everyone exchanged glances, feeling completely unfamiliar with it; clearly, this was a nobody.
"Does he know who killed the Fire Cloud Taoist!?"
Some furrowed their brows with a skeptical look.
A nobody suddenly popping up and trying to acquire the [Taming Demon Sword] meant that his words bore careful consideration.
"Do you know who killed my Uncle Master?" Qi Liuyun asked with a stern voice.