The moment Old Du heard what I meant, he looked rather displeased. After all, he had absolute confidence in his Wind-Slaying Dragon Shears, so he laughed. "Fellow Daoist Xia, don't joke around. My dragon shears were forged from the fangs of an overseas storm dragon, supplemented with..."
Before he could finish, I brought out a pile of treasures I had seized from the Lingyun Sword Estate. Among them were even treasures taken from the master of the Sword Pavilion. There was a mountain of flying swords, and even more spirit treasures, all of which could be made large or small and were convenient to store. I had stuffed my sleeve pouch full, yet I often took them out to gift to those with whom fate brought me into contact.
Although the Sword Estate's strength wasn't anything special, its Sword Pavilion master was no ordinary True Immortal. Which of the treasures in his hands could possibly be dull? The moment I laid them out, the eyes of these few people widened. Even Dong Qiran, who had treasured those Wind-Slaying Dragon Shears beyond measure just moments ago, stared fixedly at a set of seven or eight small flying swords, her eyes shining.
"Could... you let me go in and take a look? They're too far away to distinguish properly..." Old Du's eyes were equally bright. Beside him, Old Chen made no attempt to hide his knowledge, listing off which pavilion master each set of treasures had belonged to. By the time he finished cataloging them, everyone's eyes were practically unable to move.
"Take your time. I'm in no hurry." I had even seized the Lingyun Sword Estate's treasured foundation. What did these secondary items matter?
But before Old Du could begin choosing, Dong Qiran spoke first. "Fellow Daoist Xia, I don't want