Array Flags (1)

"What is it? Fellow cultivator, feel free to ask. I'll definitely tell you everything I know!" 

The black sword felt guilty and quickly agreed when he heard that Jiang Ming had a favor to ask. 

Jiang Ming almost laughed out loud. However, he managed to hold it in and said, "Friend, can you sense the bronze cauldron on the stall? Is it an old artifact from ten thousand years ago?" 

"As long as you don't seal me again, I can sense everything," the black sword mumbled, then slowly said, "The bronze cauldron, right? Let me see. How can this be something that's not even half a year old? I've lived longer than a tortoise, so I'm more sensitive to old artifacts than anyone else. Don't worry." 

Jiang Ming's expression was strange. He wanted to laugh. He understood the logic. However, he had never seen anyone compare himself to a tortoise. 

Then, he suddenly remembered that he could also live longer than a tortoise, and he could not laugh anymore.