Qi Family's Inner Treasury
In front of them was a pile of assorted items.
"So much scrap metal?"
Seeing the pile of swords and knives like a small mountain, Daoist Tianxu, who was following behind, was also somewhat surprised.
Many swords and knives stood haphazardly on the ground in the warehouse, and at a glance, their numbers piled up to form a small hill.
In the dust, Qi Yi snorted lightly.
"You old man have quite the thick skin, following us all the way here!"
Daoist Tianxu didn't feel awkward, merely chuckling, "Old Qi, no need to be so petty! Besides, this old Taoist isn't interested in your family's pile of junk!!"
Zhang Jian waved his hand, and a phantom green talisman appeared in his hand. The Wind Walking Technique circulated, and a breeze swept over, carrying layers of dust away with it.
