"Dad, you and mother hid it from us so well." Luo Xiaoman pouted, put his hands on his hips, and looked into Luo Mushan's eyes with a hint of resentment. "Come on, please confess quickly. Since my mother is the saint of the Xuanyuan clan, what is your identity?"
Luo Mushan's expression froze and he touched his nose in embarrassment. This action was very similar to Luo Qinghen's behavior when he was embarrassed. After all, they were father and son. "Xiaoman, what kind of identity can I have? At most, I am just an ordinary person with good luck."
"Really?" Luo Xiaoman tilted his head, squinted his eyes, and his eyes became sharp, and he snorted: "Dad, you are not honest. I have never seen anyone with the strength to do so in such a short time. Jumped up."
"Ah hahaha!" Luo Mushan laughed, his eyes wandering, and said: "Isn't this my luck! I got some opportunities, and then my strength gradually increased. Are you allowed to have opportunities one after another, and why not me? It’s a bit of a chance.”
Luo Xiaoman frowned and looked at Luo Mushan suspiciously. He always felt that his father was dishonest. What secrets were he hiding in his heart? However, if her father hadn't taken the initiative to say it, she wouldn't have been able to press on him every step of the way!
"Hey, let's get back to the topic quickly." Luo Mushan didn't want to go further into this topic, so he looked solemn and returned to the topic just now. "So, Xuanyuan's current saint wants to use your mother's power to complete this artifact. However, this is not enough."
Having said this, he glanced at the old man in black robe and continued: "I suspect they want to recruit sages to complete this artifact together."
Luo Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and had an idea in his mind. "In other words, they will recruit powerful weapon refiners to participate in the refining of the fourth artifact?"
"Not bad!" Luo Mushan nodded, suddenly turned his eyes, and sneered: "Perhaps, this is an opportunity for us."
Luo Xiaoman and Mo Yuan looked at each other and understood what Luo Mushan was thinking.
They can disguise themselves as a weapon refiner and sneak into the Xuanyuan clan. That way, things will be much simpler.
The old man in black robe rested for a while, packed his luggage, and then started on the road again.
The two bodyguards were always on opposite sides of the carriage, alert to the surrounding movements, with sharp eyes as if they could see through the surrounding ambush.
Ruolin, the old man in black robe, was fiddling with a letter in the carriage.
The three golden characters on it, Xuanyuan Family, were so dazzling that he would smile slightly every time he saw them.
This is Xuanyuan's affirmation of him!
"The Xuanyuan family is a family that has been passed down from ancient times to this day. I never thought that they would invite me as a guest in the clan. Who else would give me this honor?"
For weapon refiners, the Xuanyuan family is the ancestor of all weapon refiners.
Xuanyuan's attainments in weapon refining are second to none, but no one dares to say one.
For this reason, every weapon refining master longs for Xuanyuan's guidance in his heart, so that his own weapon refining level can be improved to a higher level.
Now, this opportunity was right in front of him, and it was Xuanyuan's initiative to invite him. He was full of expectations.
Call!
Just then, the carriage stopped.
Ruolin frowned, then opened the door curtain and said impatiently: "Why did you stop?"
"Master Ruolin, there's a situation ahead!" A bodyguard clasped his fists and said respectfully, "A man is blocking our way."
(End of chapter)