Ten Steps to Kill a Person, Leaving No Trace for a Thousand Miles (3)

Du Sanzhen and his companions didn't hide anything. Whatever they knew, they would tell Zhang Zhenbiao.

"Brother Zhang, this is your Sword Tower. That day, due to significant personal exhaustion, I urgently went into seclusion to recover and took the Sword Tower with me. I hope you understand."

Han Muye held the golden four-layered Sword Tower in his hands and returned it to Zhang Zhenbiao.

A trace of excitement flashed across Zhang Zhenbiao's face as he nodded and accepted it.

This was something he relied on for his livelihood; he couldn't afford to lose it.

Han Muye's claim of needing seclusion due to exhaustion was just an excuse. With this Sword Tower, he had explored numerous sword artifacts and gained many insights about the Immortal World.

In the past few days, he had gained a deeper understanding of the immortal realm through the Sword Tower.

Han Muye returned the Sword Tower, and Zhang Zhenbiao felt delighted.