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It didn't take too long for him to return to the Sword Crafting City. He only spent around ten days or so.

When Li Dao appeared in the Sword Crafting City, someone immediately went to inform the two of them.

Ren Qianxing silently followed behind Li Dao. There was always someone who looked at him.

Everyone was looking at him as if he were a monster. Strictly speaking, he could be considered a monster now, but this monster had grown up in the human world.

Fortunately, Ren Qianxing's name was well-known, and many people in the martial arts world knew him. Although they were curious as to why his eyes had turned blood-red, no one dared to look at him.

When ordinary citizens saw Li Dao and Ren Qianxing wielding swords in their hands, they only dared to whisper in the distance. They didn't have the courage to fight or shout for help.

No matter what world it was, the lowest class of people were the most ignorant. When facing kind-hearted people, they dared to bully you. When facing evildoers, they all hid far away.

The Lingshuang Sword fell into Li Dao's hands, and Ren Qianxing switched to an ordinary sword.

If they said it was ordinary, then so be it. Compared to most martial artists, the ordinary swords in Ren Qianxing's hands were like divine weapons that could cut through metal as easily as mud.

Not long after they entered the Sword Crafting City, Jian Xiong came out to greet them.

Her unique purple clothes made her long hair droop slightly to her shoulders. Her elegant face did not lose its heroic air. When she saw Li Dao, a smile emerged on her face.

"You're finally back. You didn't encounter any danger, right?"

Jian Xiong stepped forward to straighten Li Dao's collar. Obviously, Li Dao's collar hadn't been messed up. It seemed that it was a woman's instinct to straighten a man's collar, although he didn't know how they came about doing so.

Let Jian Xiong tug at her collar, scraping her nose, she laughed, "Do you not know what kind of danger your husband is in?"

"That's enough. I know you're number one in the world, right?" Jian Xiong laughed with a helpless tone. Li Dao was always like this. She didn't like others worrying about him.

Actually, everyone is like that. When faced with someone who cares about you, you subconsciously feel impatient.

Ren Qianxing stared at the sky. He couldn't stare at the intimate actions of Li Dao and Jian Xiong.

Jian Xiong also noticed Ren Qianxing and couldn't help but ask, "Ren Qianxing, why are you here? What's with your eyes?"

"Reporting to Madam, your subordinate …"

Just as Ren Qianxing was about to explain, he was interrupted by Li Dao with a wave of his hand, "Alright, Qianxing's business is a long story, we'll talk about it slowly in the future."

"Yes, Father is waiting for us inside. Let's go in quickly." Jian Xiong nodded her head and walked inside with Li Dao's arm in her other hand.

Upon entering the great hall, he saw the long face of the Sword Saint.

"How is it, did you get any treasures?"

The first thing that the Sword Saint said was to ask Li Dao about the treasure of the Life and Death Chess. It formed a stark contrast with the first thing Jian Xiong said. However, Li Dao did not care about this. Men were like this too.

Under normal circumstances, when women and men were the first to ask about treasures, the Sword Saint would be the first to ask about it.

Li Dao patted his stomach and said with a chuckle, "They are all here."

The Sword Saint was confused. Could he hide the treasure in his stomach?

There were no treasures in this life-and-death game, but for Li Dao, the Saint Sword Ancestor and Ying Shuntian were the greatest treasures. Of course, the Sword Saint did not understand this.

"Dad, how can you ask about treasures like that? Don't you even need to care about your son-in-law?"

Jian Xiong dragged her voice, her face full of dissatisfaction.

The Sword Saint smiled awkwardly before he reacted and asked, "Good son-in-law, is this trip going smoothly?"

Li Dao nodded. He pulled over a chair and sat down. He then picked up the wine cup and took a sip.

Ren Qianxing didn't say a word as he stood there. The feeling of his existence was a little low, but he had finally been discovered by the Sword Saint.