"Take out all your best swords."
The moment Han Muye shouted, everyone in the hall turned to look at him.
He was young and wore a standard white robe.
He could not be offended.
Most people quietly stepped back.
This was only 200 kilometers below the Nine Mystic Mountain. Who wouldn't recognize the inner sect clothes of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect?
"Senior Brother wants to choose a sword?"
"Come with me quickly. There are many good swords in my Zhenling Treasure Store."
"Senior Brother, I wonder which elder you're cultivating under? My third uncle's brother-in-law is also on the Nine Mystic Mountain…"
The shopkeeper with a blooming chrysanthemum smile came up and eagerly led Han Muye and Lu Qingping upstairs.
"Senior Brother, are you choosing a sword for this lady? Looking at your outstanding temperament, you must be a Daoist cultivator with extraordinary cultivation."