Lan Xiaobu was too lazy to explain the reason, simply saying, “That’s right, it was your Xiaobu grandpa who killed him.”
Bu Da’s face darkened, losing interest in speaking.
His hand swept over his waist, and a broad-bladed long knife appeared in his grasp.
Lan Xiaobu’s eyes lit up; it was the first time he had seen someone use a storage treasure.
The bag at Bu Da’s waist was clearly a storage item.
Not only that, but Bu Da’s long knife was also a treasured weapon.
As Lan Xiaobu’s divine sense focused on the weapon, he could clearly sense the restrictions placed on it.
Bu Da gathered his true essence, swinging the long knife, causing the surrounding space to resonate with a howling sound.
Everyone stepped aside, knowing that this was the sound of true essence tearing through the air from a Dan Formation expert.
Feeling the might of Bu Da’s strike, Lan Xiaobu immediately recognized that Bu Da’s divine sense was ridiculously inferior to his own.
Although Lan Xiaobu had never been to a cultivation sect, he could guess that the use of treasured items primarily relied on divine sense, with true essence serving as a supplement.
Unless one had extraordinary talent or true essence at an incredibly high level, divine sense would certainly take precedence.