"So you didn't have this blade at the time?" Fang Dingwu vigorously wiped his body with a towel, his gaze falling on the Tang sword by the well. "Then how did you come by this treasure?"0

Ye Beizhi squatted by the well washing his hair, and after a long pause, he said, "That’s another story."0

The weather was still a bit chilly, and the two of them didn’t plan to wash their whole bodies. They only casually cleaned their upper bodies. Both were martial artists, so they could tolerate this level of cold. Before the chill struck, their bodies began to warm up.0

After washing, they couldn't completely dry off all the way. Fang Dingwu took out a wine pouch from his bag, and the two of them sat with their upper bodies bare in front of the...0