"What is this?" Shui Yue Pavilion Master looked at the arm covered in dark golden secret patterns that Lu Qingshan had taken out, her pupils contracted.
"This is the arm of the Sixth Grade War Demon that I killed," Lu Qingshan said gravely.
It was the arm of Qing Ge that the Marquis of An Hai had severed in the past. He had casually picked it up, and today, it proved incredibly useful.
Shui Yue Pavilion Master did not know the serendipitous circumstance from which this arm came, and she could not help but twitch her eyelids—killing and then dismembering the body, and even preserving the parts, what kind of good habits were these? Was this what being a Sword Cultivator meant?
"This War Demon, his father is at least an Eighth Grade member of the Demon Race. This connection, can provide significant help for me to enter the War Demon King City," Lu Qingshan continued.
