Su Jinyue and Zhan Yihan stopped in their tracks and turned around to see a tall and thin middle-aged man walking towards them.
Zhan Yihan tightened his grip on Su Jinyue's hand and exchanged glances with her. They both sensed an unusual aura from the other party. He was undoubtedly an ancient martial arts practitioner.
"Did the two of you just go to Ruicheng House and buy a rusty short sword?" the middle-aged man asked. He had been searching the streets for a long time, and only the two of them were in pairs. Moreover, they were young people. Usually, only middle-aged people or older people would come to Liulichang. Young people rarely came to this place.
"We did buy it, but we lost it," Su Jinyue said. Since the other party had come looking for them, he should know that they had bought the short sword.
"Lost it? Who are you lying to?" The middle-aged man snorted unhappily.