When the old man flashed in front of Lin Bai, he clasped his fists with a smile and asked.
Upon hearing this, Lin Bai showed no expression, but he was somewhat touched in his heart: "Does he take me for a warrior of the Broken Sword Tribe?"
Lin Bai chuckled lightly and asked, "How did you see that?"
The old man looked down at the flying sword beneath Lin Bai's feet and said with a smile, "Haha, within the entire Kunxu, only the warriors of the Broken Sword Tribe can ride swords like you do!"
"I'm just curious though, whenever a warrior of the Broken Sword Tribe passes by, the air is filled with a bloody aura, detectable for miles, yet your scent seems quite faint!"
The old man said with a laugh.
Lin Bai's eyes twirled cunningly, and he replied with a smile, "I am indeed a warrior of the Broken Sword Tribe. As for why the scent on me is faint, that's not something you should ask about."
