Feng Qian's body swayed, and she nearly fell to the ground.
Her eyes stared fixedly at the throwing knife. She could no longer even breathe, and her body began trembling violently.
"What's wrong?"
Old Immortal's voice had grown somewhat impatient.
"Old Immortal!"
Feng Qian suddenly stepped forward and reached out to seize the throwing knife.
She brought it before her eyes.
The throwing knife flashed like a twinkling star.
Distant, profound, mysterious.
The instant the throwing knife fell into her hand, Feng Qian knew for certain!
This... this is the captain's throwing knife!
She spun around, her eyes shining. "Old Immortal... this throwing knife!"
Old Immortal's expression held fatigue and desolation beneath his impatience. He said indifferently, "What is it?"
"Where did you get this throwing knife?"
Feng Qian asked excitedly.
"I found it."
Old Immortal said indifferently, "I used it to process medicinal herbs. Is there a problem?"
Was there a problem? There was a huge problem!
"Where did you find it?"
Feng Qian pressed on relentlessly.
"What does that have to do with you?"
Old Immortal said desolately, "Put down the throwing knife and leave!"
"Old Immortal, this throwing knife is very important to me... Can I, can I take it with me?" Feng Qian gripped the throwing knife tightly.
"Take it with you?"
Old Immortal laughed mockingly. "I saved your lives, and now you want to steal my things?"
"No, no, no..." Feng Qian hurriedly tried to explain. "I..."
"Put down the knife."
Old Immortal's voice brooked no argument as he extended his hand. "Give me the knife!"
Looking at the old, outstretched hand before her, Feng Qian's face was twisted with conflict. At last, she put the throwing knife into his palm with a mournful expression, but her voice was resolute. "Old Immortal, I'll come back."