"Fellow Daoist Jianjia..."
Nian Wuya furrowed his brows, sheathed his long sword, and bowed with cupped hands: "The grace of Fellow Daoist's assistance will never be forgotten by Nian Wuya! Should there be a need for Nian Wuya in the future, I will certainly not refuse!"
Ning Daoran was examining the storage bag of the Profound Flame Wanderer, and did not notice Nian Wuya speaking.
For a moment, Nian Wuya's heart grew more and more uneasy.
He glanced at the Golden Silk Bamboo swaying in the wind nearby. Was this person after these Golden Silk Bamboo?
"Do not misunderstand, Fellow Daoist Nian."
After examining the storage bag, Ning Daoran said: "As you may have seen, I already possess several flying swords made from ten-thousand-year-old Golden Silk Bamboo, so I will not contest with Fellow Daoist over these bamboos. They all belong to you. I will now head to the Third Layer in search of my fortune, please take care of them."
"Thank you so much!"
