Hearing Bai Xue's words, Jue Tian could hardly believe his ears.
He had been wrong—completely wrong. He never should have chosen Bai Xue. No matter how much the women quarreled, they were still family. At crucial moments, they would still side with one another.
He had been too arrogant, and his judgment had gone wrong.
But Jue Tian had no time to worry about that now. He roared at Bai Xue, "Nonsense! This sword was produced by our family's ancestor, the Qing Tian Dominator. What gives you the right to say it's fake?"
Bai Xue sneered. "What a strange thing to say. Who knows whether this sword really came from the Qing Tian Dominator? I hadn't intended to verify it in the first place. You were the one who begged me to come up here. Now that it's fake, you can't accept it? Am I only allowed to say it's real? How ridiculous. Jue Tian, I never expected you to be this childish. It seems not marrying you was the most correct choice."
After Bai Xue's barbed mockery, Jue Tian, already boiling with anger, finally exploded. "Your word doesn't count! Give me back the sword. I'll have someone else verify it."
"Do you really think you can do whatever you want? What can you do if I refuse to give it back?"
Bai Xue had now cultivated to the Upper God level, and she also held the Golden Eagle Divine Sword. Even if they truly fought, she might not fear Jue Tian. Besides, she believed her younger sister would not stand idly by.
Jue Tian would not start a full-scale fight here. Seeing that Bai Xue would not yield, he took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "You may verify it, but this matter is of great