The World of Swords

"Thank you, Grandmaster," Han Feiyu said.

"I just can't bear to see you waste it," Xu Fan said with a nod.

He had originally wanted to say that if there was anything good in the Sect, Han Feiyu could take it out and no one would fight him for it.

But the words reached his lips, and Xu Fan swallowed them back down.

With that cautious personality of yours, even if I said it, you'd still act the same way.

Han Feiyu held the transparent Cube in his hand, then handed it back to Xu Fan.

"Grandmaster, this thing is of no use at all in my hands. It would be better kept in the Sect, where it may serve a greater purpose," Han Feiyu said.

"All right. This thing truly has some use if it stays in the Sect."

"The Sect will not use it for nothing. Consider it a loan; depending on how useful it proves to be, the Sect will pay you a certain amount of contribution points every year."

"If you need it in the future, just tell Grape, and it will be returned to you," Xu Fan said.

He had principles in life. Generally, he would not snatch a child's belongings, much less those of his own disciple's grandson.

"Thank you, Grandmaster." Han Feiyu bowed.

"You rarely come by. Why don't you show your Grandmaster how far you've cultivated on the path of Sword Arrays?" Xu Fan said with a smile.

By status alone, he was at least the protagonist's Grandmaster. It was perfectly normal for him to offer guidance now and then.

As for the reason, perhaps he simply happened to have nothing better to do.

At Xu Fan's words, delight flashed through Han Feiyu's eyes.

It was not as though he had never