Jian Sankuang frowned deeply. "Wan Jian, are you crazy? Why are you giving him so many spirit swords?"
It was the Seven Swords who owed Jiang Fan a favor. Why was Wan Jian Xianzhe inexplicably giving away such a heavily valued treasure?
Although they were top-grade spirit swords, there were a full two hundred of them. In the massive Martial Vault, aside from Wan Jian Xianzhe, who loved collecting renowned swords from all over the world, no one could gather such a collection.
Wan Jian Xianzhe stroked his beard and smiled. "I have to give them to him sooner or later. I might as well do it now."
Jian Sankuang's expression froze. She hurriedly said, "Are you misunderstanding something? He and I only have a little bit of a relationship. It's not what you think!"
In response, Wan Jian Xianzhe simply smiled without saying a word. His meaning was clear: keep making excuses, see if I believe a word of it.
