"It's not."
Tang Wan shook her head, speaking with a strange expression on her face:
"I know where the Chi You Sword is."
Tang Shanhong's eyes were bloodshot as he looked around, his hands covered in blood, a result of his rage.
He closed his eyes, feeling the crazy agitation deep within. Tang Shanhong stretched out his hand and forcefully pounded his chest.
Calm down, Tang Shanhong.
In the face of the Tang Sect's grand schemes, your emotions are worthless!
The fierce light in his eyes gradually settled, and the blood color also started returning to normal. The nearly broken Tang Shanhong took a deep breath and slowly exhaled.
He looked at the tightly closed door, a resolute expression gradually appearing on his face.
Tang Song, did you think that I was unprepared all these years?
He extended his hand, and with a pinch in the air, a slightly unstable key appeared in his hand. Tang Shanhong slowly walked to the door, his eyes glinting with anger.
