Yuanshi gripped the only remaining sword hilt tightly, staring at it with a trace of confusion and helplessness in his eyes.
This sword had been bestowed by Second Uncle, though Second Uncle had never excelled in the way of the sword.
But it had been given by Second Uncle. Now, only this lonely hilt remained. How could that not leave him heartbroken?
Then he remembered that Zhu Rong had destroyed the Fuyun Sword bestowed by Second Uncle as well.
Second Uncle had to teach Zhu Rong a lesson, didn't he?
Just like Gong Gong, who had yet to awaken.
At that thought, Yuanshi could not help but sigh. He raised his head to look at Zhu Rong, the corners of his mouth curling slightly as his tone took on a hint of mockery.
"Do you know who bestowed this sword upon me?!"
When Ru Shou and Qiang Liang heard Yuanshi's words, their hearts both skipped a beat.
Even the attacks they had been preparing to launch at Yuanshi came to an abrupt halt because of his unexpected words.
Yet Zhu Rong merely sneered at Yuanshi's question and said derisively, "Who cares where it came from? That piece of junk? I wouldn't want it even if you gave it to me..."
"It was bestowed by Second Uncle!"
"Isn't it just Second Uncle? I was wondering who it was!" Zhu Rong blurted out. But the next moment, cold sweat broke out across his body, and he cried out in alarm, "Second Uncle?!"
"You just said that broken sword was bestowed upon you by Second Uncle?!"
"How is that possible? Why would Second Uncle give you such a piece of junk? You must be bluffing me!"
Though Zhu Rong claimed not to believe it, his face had already turned pale, and his entire