Chapter 3: Sailing on the Great River
Contrary to Qin Sang's expectations, the man in white appeared much younger, seemingly only fifteen or sixteen years old. His face was as smooth as jade, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, giving him a striking appearance despite the leaves and grass clinging to his face. He was the most handsome youth Qin Sang had ever seen in both of his lives.
The young man's eyes were wide open, as if questioning the heavens.
Qin Sang gently closed the youth’s eyes, hesitating for a moment before beginning to search his body.
To Qin Sang's surprise, the youth's body was even cleaner than that of the demon's. After thoroughly checking, including his undergarments, Qin Sang found only a small, colorful silk pouch.
The pouch, about the size of a palm, was adorned with intricate cloud patterns and made of a fine material, smoother than the finest silk Qin Sang had ever touched. It was fastened with an embroidered ribbon and hung from the youth's waist. Initially, Qin Sang thought it was a sachet, but upon closer inspection, he realized it was empty.
Qin Sang tried to open the pouch, but the ribbon was unexpectedly strong and refused to give way.
Where's the flying sword?
The thought of the flying sword made Qin Sang's heart race. In both of his lives, the legends of sword immortals were always fascinating and filled with wonder.
However, despite looking everywhere, there was no sign of the flying sword.