In this open expanse, Chuxuan stood at ease. Suddenly, sensing something amiss overhead, he looked up to see a massive, shimmering treasure sword hurtling down from the sky. The blade glinted with cold light, and faint runes rippled across its surface—clearly no ordinary artifact. A flash of surprise crossed Chuxuan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.
"That is indeed a fine magic weapon," Chuxuan muttered to himself in silent praise, while acknowledging that Wang Fugui's financial resources were truly formidable. The artifact certainly matched his wealthy-sounding name.
"Daoist big brother, be careful!" Tushan Susu's little face was full of worry. Her clear eyes were fixed on the falling sword, and her hands were unconsciously clenched together.
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