Who Took My Scabbard?

As a sword, losing his scabbard was like a house without a door, sleeping without a bed, going out without pants, and so on.

A hundred years after being separated from his scabbard, the ancient Divine Sword Qiao Qingyang finally decided to pack his bags and embark on the endless journey of finding his scabbard.

But the mortal world was too dangerous, and the path to finding his scabbard was long and arduous.

Qiao Qingyang faced many dangers, but fortunately, he met the kind (?) and gentle (?) Sword Pavilion Master Gu Li.

The Pavilion Master was enthusiastic and passionate, meticulous and sexy, providing food, accommodation, and even divine sword care services.

Qiao Qingyang was touched by their brotherly bond and the kindness of people in the world, so he reluctantly accepted.

Finally, when the dust settled, the man approached step by step, cornering the flustered and blushing Divine Sword Lord.

He tilted his head as if puzzled: “Doesn’t Qingyang need a scabbard?”

He did need a scabbard, but not this kind of scabbard!