Bai Lu asked in return: "Do you think that the strategists who lend money to people with swords will have fewer means to save their lives?"

Qi Zhen understood that the person who borrowed knives on credit could come and go at will with a heavy treasure, so he naturally had extraordinary means of saving his life.

No longer entangled in this issue, Qi Zhen asked directly: "What do you need me to do?"

He didn't think Bai Lu would be so kind as to give him the sword.

Bai Lu narrowed her eyes and said, "I want to establish a sect, and you will be the first to worship me."

"Establish a sect?"

Qi Zhen was really surprised this time. Bai Lu had always been alone in the world of martial arts, and had never had the slightest interest in the sects of the martial arts. She had only devoted her life to the way of swordsmanship. Why did she change her mind now and become interested in this bond of mortals?

After pondering for a moment, Qi Zhen said: "I can promise you, but you have to tell me why you suddenly want to establish a sect. You have always only respected the way of swordsmanship and never asked about Jianghu affairs."

Bai Lu nodded, shook her head, and said something that made Qi Zhen unable to recover for a long time.

"It's not the Jianghu sect, it's the Xianjia sect!" Bai Lu's eyes fell into the distance.

Qi Zhen stood stunned on the spot.

After a long time, he asked: "Why? You are not a Qi practitioner!"

Bai Lu said expressionlessly: "The plan is far-reaching, and I will tell you the pros and cons in detail later. Now you only need to nod or shake your head."

Qi Zhen breathed a long sigh of relief, looked at the sword in his hand, then at the book on the table, and said, "I promise you!"


Chapter completed!