Kyoto Prefecture is thirty thousand miles away from Beizhi, already beyond the range of Chen Yi's Sword Intent perception.
After much deliberation, he had no choice but to have Sun Zhengqiu ride fast to reach Beizhi.
"What wooden sword?"
Sun Zhengqiu reined in his horse, looking around suspiciously.
Just as he was about to ask, he suddenly felt an oppressive force on him, and that power was closing in on him rapidly.
A trace of panic appeared on Sun Zhengqiu's face, "My lord!!"
Before he finished speaking, three palm-sized wooden swords appeared in front of him, their blades flickering with a silvery glow.
Chen Yi, sensing his emotions, chuckled to himself and transmitted a faint voice, "Take good care of them."
"..."
Sun Zhengqiu stared at the three wooden swords, thinking...
They couldn't be from the Capital City, could they?
Impossible, right?
Considering he was currently in Jizhou Prefecture, and the Capital City was nearly ten thousand miles away from here!
