Chapter 3352

The owner of the voice pushed open the gaping door and walked in.

Seeing his appearance, Hiram covered his mouth and laughed in surprise. “A bamboo spirit!”

Its appearance was quite strange, its limbs were made up of thin or thick bamboo. Its eyebrows

seemed made up of two thin bamboo leaves, and only its facial features appeared human.

“Show some respect,” Philip said as he smothered a laugh and smacked Hiram.

“We’re Philip Clarke and Hiram Pine. We didn’t mean to trespass in your residence. Please forgive us,”

Philip continued.

The bamboo spirit waved its hand and said, “It’s okay. It’s been so many years. I’m glad to see another

human…”

The bamboo Spirit’s words seemed to possess a magical power that touched their souls.

“I’m the Bamboo Swordsman’s bamboo sword spirit. You may call me Bamboo Shoot if you’d like.

That’s what the Bamboo Swordsman used to call me.”

Hearing that, the two tried hard to contain their amusement and said, “Sure, Sir Bamboo Shoot.”

The sword spirit took out a bag of tea from the cabinet and said to the two, “Sit down and have a cup of

tea.”

The two sat around the small wooden table in the middle. The moment the bag of tea was opened,

Philip and Hiram’s eyes lit up. The aroma was so rich, so the tea must be extraordinary.

Bamboo Shoot quickly brewed the tea and handed the teacups over. The two looked at the light green

water with a few pieces of tea leaves still floating on top. After the tea cooled down slightly, the two of

them took a sip and felt refreshed. Philip even felt a slight improvement in his mental strength.

Here, mental strength referred to the rules of insight.

“What do you think of the tea?” Bamboo Shoot asked the two with a smile.

“Excellent!”

Seeing the two’s appreciation, Bamboo Shoot suddenly said sadly, “It’s a pity that the Bamboo

Swordsman can’t drink it anymore.”

“Are you saying that the Bamboo Swordsman’s remnant soul can’t get in here?” Philip asked in

puzzlement.

“Remnant soul! Have you seen his remnant soul?”

Bamboo Shoot jumped up in surprise.

“I saw him in one of the secret rooms in the tunnels two days ago,” Philip replied.

“Why didn’t he come over, then?” Bamboo Shoot said sadly.

“Maybe his remnant soul can’t get in,” Philip said as he took a sip of tea.

Bamboo Shoot shook its head and said, “No, this place is accessible to humans, souls, and beasts

alike…”

Bamboo Shoot suddenly remembered something and said even more dejectedly, “Maybe it’s because

of that battle. I couldn’t resist the enemy’s attack.”

Hearing this, Philip remembered the scene he had seen in the dark cave before. The Bamboo

Swordsman’s bamboo sword was slowly destroyed by the enemy’s wild attacks until it lost all luster.

“I’ve been recovering here since that battle…” Bamboo Shoot paused and continued, “But my injuries

won’t heal no matter what. I’m probably useless now.”

Seeing Bamboo Shoot so depressed, Philip comforted it, “If I see the Bamboo Swordsman again, I’ll try

to clarify the situation.”

“Thanks for your help, then,” Bamboo Shoot said with a smile.