After changing to the ruthless way, the brothers cried and begged for forgiveness chapter 487
Chapter 487: A Sword Cultivator and Their Sword Are Lifelong Companions With the sharp sound of fabric tearing— A jet-black Flying Sword dropped into Black Old Taoist’s hand. It bore no trace of light, its entire form as dark as coal, seamlessly blending into the night. Without careful scrutiny, one might easily overlook its presence. Yet, the moment Shui Jian and his companions heard the word “Madam”, they were momentarily...