Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chapter 57: In the Bluebottle Pavilion!
The bright sun hung high in the sky, illuminating the world. For miles and miles, not a single cloud was in sight. Wang Chong woke up early to prepare himself, changing into a clean green cotton robe which would make him look older than he really was.
After he changing, Wang Chong prepared to leave. He calmly got into the carriage and traveled straight toward the Bluebottle Pavilion.
A crowd had already gathered outside the Bluebottle Pavilion. This was the day when the sword duel gamble would be held, and countless people were attracted to the event.
Outside the Bluebottle Pavilion, Wang Chong saw Wei Hao waiting for him.
Wei Hao had two guards of the Wei Residence beside him and his face was pale. He kept walking to and fro a spot and sweat was flowing from his forehead, looking extremely nervous and unsettled.
“Great! Wang Chong, you’re finally here!”
The moment Wang Chong stepped out from the carriage, Wei Hao felt that a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders, having found his pillar of support. He hurriedly walked up to welcome him along with his two guards.
A few shades of red returned to his face.
“Youngster, you’ve worked hard.”
The moment Wang Chong stepped out from the carriage, he called Wei Hao’s nickname. Hearing the endearing address, Wei Hao felt warmth gush to his heart and his nerves relaxed slightly.
But soon, Wei Hao’s eyebrows knitted together once more in anxiety.
“Wang Chong, are you done considering the matter already? There are more than thirty swords here. This isn’t a joke! It’s still not too late to take back our words now!”
As Wei Hao spoke, his voice trembled nervously.
Wei Hao didn’t expect the situation would spiral to this state while helping Wang Chong sell the Wootz steel sword. The thirty swords that had come from various powers which were hanging on the pavilion at this moment made Wei Hao insomniac in the past few days.
Wei Hao had hidden this matter from his clan, and it was fortunate that his father was busy dealing
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