"Blood-drinking Sword?" Wan Song frowned, his expression somewhat ugly.
"Senior, we don't intend to claim it for ourselves," Yang Ruxin hurriedly spoke up, "we just want to borrow it for a few days to save someone. He has been bound by a Thousand-year Dark Iron Chain for ten years, and only the Blood-drinking Sword can cut through it..."
Wan Song shook his head slightly, "It's not that I am stingy, but, that Blood-drinking Sword simply cannot be controlled by anyone..." He paused for a moment, "Many heroes have been beheaded by it..."
"Senior, are the rumors true?" Gu Qingheng's gaze showed a trace of surprise.
