Looking at the Dao Artifact, Son of Heaven's Wrath, Xun Yan's eyes darkened, and a hint of killing intent surfaced in them. Anyone who saw this sword would have thoughts of silencing the witness. After all, what I held was a privately held document, absolutely not some little jade token that could be forged at will. With this privately held document, I could carry Son of Heaven's Wrath anywhere in the Divine Court where the public was present.
"What is this?" Xun Yan was no ordinary immortal, however. Under everyone's watchful eyes, he naturally refused to admit that he had ever seen this sword.
"Heh heh, I've produced the physical evidence. Are you still planning to make me produce the witness evidence too, High God Xun? Taking something without asking makes you a thief. Hand over the stolen item, and we'll call it even. But if you refuse, and keep wandering around with this sword, what will you do when someone sees it? How will you save face?" I had known he would say this. There really were quite a few shameless immortals in the Divine Court!
When I mentioned the witness and physical evidence, and even said that we could call it even once he handed the item over, the corners of Xun Yan's lips curled into a smile. But when I said that he might be seen carrying the sword around, his expression changed. It seemed that this fellow cared quite a lot about whether he would be humiliated. At the very least, he did not want the skin peeled off his face.
"Heh heh, you have a privately held document, but how does that prove the item is yours? Does it have your name written on it?" Xun Yan asked with a cold laugh. In his eyes,