Clearly, the opponent's cultivation was far above his.
And even more taken aback was Fang Ziheng.
Watching the Silver Light Flying Sword turn into a ring on the other party's finger, he was completely stunned, his face flushing with embarrassment.
So it turned out that Jiang's swordsmanship was truly superior to his.
"Does it look good?"
Jiang Shouzhong noticed the other party staring at his flying sword, and with a wave of his hand, he smiled and said, "It's yours."
These heart-piercing words made Fang Ziheng smile wryly.
He couldn't be blamed for this.
When he left seclusion, Qingzhou had already started the massacre, and Famous Sword Villa was moving away.
He was completely unaware that Jiang Shouzhong had borrowed a sword at that time. His grandfather and elder brother also never mentioned it.
If he had known earlier, he wouldn't have made a fool of himself.
"This one is also yours."
