The Black-haired Corpse finally collapsed to the ground. Zhang Chulan, Wu Xie, and Fatty rested against the wall, while Panzi re-bandaged his wound.
Fatty asked Zhang Chulan, "That guy wearing the exact same hoodie as you and carrying a Black Gold Ancient Saber—must be your own dad, right?"
Zhang Chulan let out an affirmative hum.
Chapter 27