Looking at the person speaking to him, Chen Lan was montarily stunned.
Was it the little beggar who had been crouching at the doorstep?
It sounded like a girl, but when did she co over? He hadn’t even noticed.
"Little brother, you actually managed to draw this sharp sword. What’s your na?" The blacksmith asked excitedly.
Hearing this, Chen Lan was even more confused. The blacksmith’s reaction seed as if he couldn’t see the person in the black robe. It was unsettling.
"You... don’t you see her?" Chen Lan pointed at the person in the black robe and asked the blacksmith in confusion.
Now it was the blacksmith’s turn to be puzzled. He followed Chen Lan’s finger but saw nothing. There was no one there but him and Chen Lan.
"Who? Isn’t it just you and ?" The blacksmith scratched his head in confusion.
Chen Lan remained silent, looking at the person in the black robe, lost in thought.
"By the way, you still haven’t answered my question."
"Sun Wukong, my na is Sun Wukong." After thinking for a mont, Chen Lan decided to not use his real na.
Upon hearing this, the blacksmith muttered the na a few tis to ingrain it in his mory, then smiled and said, "Since you’ve drawn this sword, you’re welco to take any one Magical Treasure for free."
Hearing this, Chen Lan’s eyes instantly lit up. He imdiately pointed to that spear: "I want that one. Can you help fuse the shards into it?"
"Sure," the blacksmith agreed readily.
Chen Lan handed the shards of the Thunderbolt Divine Spear to the blacksmith, who picked up the Dragon Fire Red Fla Spear to reforge it.
While the blacksmith was busy, Chen Lan looked at the person in the black robe and asked in a low voice, "Who are you?"
"You are not Sun Wukong; you are Ye Lan. You can fool others, but you cannot fool !" The person in the black robe was sowhat agitated and excited.
Hearing this, Chen Lan frowned slightly. This person knew his na. Although it was not his current na, even his past life’s na must not be known to others. In the Desolate Celestial Realm, this na was considered taboo. Once exposed, it would bring endless disasters!
In an instant, Chen Lan waved his hand, causing both him and the person in the black robe to vanish, arriving in a Void Space.
Buzz!
The sound of a sword echoed, cold glint flashing, as the Ancient Sword Blade swiftly unsheathed, pressing near the throat of the person in the black robe.
"Who are you, and why do you know my na?" Chen Lan asked coldly, knowing that at this distance, he could kill the person before him with a flick of his wrist.
The person in the black robe shook slightly, then low sobbing sounds ca, stunning Chen Lan.
"You... don’t you rember ?" The tone of the person in the black robe shifted from excited to sad, even with a hint of crying.
She was crying!
Chen Lan was even more puzzled. This was the first ti he saw such an enemy, soone who just started crying?
However, he didn’t lower his guard but continued coldly, "Remove your disguise."
After a while, the body of the person in the black robe kept shaking, evidently still crying. However, she extended a hand from the cloak, showing a rather tender hand with fair skin, long fingers, slightly ruddy fingertips—enough to occupy the attention of certain hand-obsessed individuals for a year or two.
The next second, the person in the black robe pulled down her hood, revealing a face of nation-toppling, world-rare, peerless beauty that made Chen Lan’s body tremble slightly, heart racing, and even clearly hearing its pounding!
The girl was breathtakingly beautiful, with luxurious red hair, large eyes, and strikingly vivid red pupils, especially her eyes which were slightly swollen from crying, her head lowered, biting her lip slightly, appearing aggrieved and pitiful, inciting a strong protective instinct in others.
Chen Lan clutched his chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat. It wasn’t his heart beating but the Demon Heart, beating intensely like it was eting his lover.
Who was she, to provoke such a strong reaction from the Demon Heart, as if eting its beloved, beating so fiercely?
"Who are you, really?" Chen Lan asked with a frown, the sword blade still not moving an inch away.
Even if the other person was a beauty, it made no difference to him; if an enemy, he killed regardless of gender.
"It seems, you really don’t rember ." The girl said, head down, full of disappointnt, but quickly regained resolve, lifting her head with fiery eyes at Chen Lan: "I won’t give up. I’ve waited for you so long; I’m not lacking that bit of ti!"
Hearing this, Chen Lan was puzzled. What was this about waiting for him for a long ti? He didn’t even know who this girl was.
"Why don’t you tell , who are you, and how do you know ?"
"No way, I’m upset. Brother Ye disappeared, made wait so long, and now cos back and forgets . I want you to rember yourself." The girl crossed her arms, shaking her head and complaining.
"Fine, have it your way," Chen Lan said helplessly, dismissing the Void Space with a flick.
He had confird that the girl wasn’t dangerous, possibly just a madwoman, so he didn’t need to bother with her.
The oddest part was that others seemingly couldn’t see the girl’s presence, only he could. Was it related to this sword?
Chen Lan glanced at the ancient sword blade in his hand, unable to discern its material or quality; he had to find an opportunity to test it.
anwhile, while Chen Lan was waiting for the blacksmith to forge his weapon, over at the Soldier Emperor City, the City Lord’s Mansion...
...
The City Lord’s Mansion.
In the courtyard, a young general was dueling with a middle-aged man.
Clang!
The spear tip flew off as the general’s spear was broken by a sword, standing before him a man with a hooked nose, icy eyes, clad in black robes, exuding a dominant aura, holding a sharp sword.
"The City Lord’s strength is growing stronger; I am impressed," the general said, lowering his spear and bowing flatteringly.
"You’ve lost again; it seems my strength grows ever stronger, yet I still cannot draw that sword. Why is that?" the man with furrowed brows pondered aloud.
"Perhaps the ti is not right. City Lord, surely destiny has chosen you; you alone are ant for that sword," the general said.
"Hahaha, hopefully so," the City Lord laughed heartily, visibly pleased.
Even if the general was rely making things up, he believed it.
Just then, an elder hurriedly rushed in from outside.
"City Lord, the sword has been drawn!" As he entered, he knelt before the man, shouting loudly.
Upon hearing this, the City Lord’s eyes widened, staring at the elder: "Who? Who has drawn that sword?"
It couldn’t be, that sword was his; how could anyone else draw it!
What was going on!
In an instant, the City Lord beca furious, instantly vanishing from the spot.
The first Divine Sword of Soldier Emperor City belonged to him alone, it must not fall into others’ hands; if anyone drew it, he would kill them!
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