"...Thank you, Brother Lu, for your guidance."
As they talked, the two had already moved from the front to the back of the train with lanterns in hand, but they did not see anything peculiar that had sneaked onto the train.
Zheng Zetian hadn't had the chance to speak before Brother Lu started analyzing in earnest,
"Since it snuck on from Louguan City, it's likely hiding in the carriage. Let's search compartment by compartment."
Saying this, he swept his sleeve, releasing eighteen flying swords from within. The hilts of those ink swords met, their blades whirling rapidly, turning intensely, enveloping sword energy like a blooming black lotus, swirling above the two, shielding their bodies, ensnaring them within a web of lotus sword light!
Zheng Zetian's pupils shrank in surprise—eighteen swords... this guy has real skill...
