Chapter 67 Victory

Chen Jiutian's voice stopped abruptly. He pointed at his own nose in disbelief. "I'm old?" But Natalie Silvestre ignored his surprise and went back to her room, returning with a wooden sword. "Is this what you call a weapon?" Bud Johnson raised an eyebrow, surprised. Natalie nodded seriously, holding the sword's handle. "Although this sword looks ordinary, it was made by Master when he was young. I used this sword when I first started learning swordsmanship. So, don't underestimate it. It's been intact for so many years for a reason." As Natalie started speaking about the sword's origin, Bud Johnson smirked. She continued without giving him a chance to react, and she bounced out. Chen Jiutian stood there, watching Natalie's silhouette in front of him, unable to resist reaching out and putting his hand through the illusion before it dissipated. Seconds later, he burst out laughing, clapping his hands. Meanwhile, Natalie paid no attention to Chen Jiutian's laughter. She had landed