"I shall respectfully follow the Ancestral teachings!"
Feng Xue knelt on the ground, utterly reverent.
"Rise."
After Feng Du finished announcing it, he raised the gleaming saber before his eyes. Looking at its snow-bright edge, he lifted his eyes toward Xue Wu and said, "Although it isn't Divine Metal, this saber... was tempered by Yang Pozhen for three months! Later, it was tempered by Ou Jindou for another fifteen days! The great nourishment this saber has consumed in its lifetime exceeds that of any Divine Metal!"
As he spoke, the saber suddenly rang twice with a clear clang. It was brimming with petulance.
Clearly, it was very displeased that Feng Du had spoken of it that way.
"All right, all right."
Feng Du smiled indulgently and said to the Supporting Heaven Saber, "But no Divine Metal can compare to you! You're the greatest saber under Heaven!"
"Clang!"
The Supporting Heaven Saber let out a tremendous ring. In an instant, dazzling light flickered, and radiant colors flowed across it!
It was just like a child whose heart had burst into joy after receiving praise.
Xue Wu smiled. "Yang Pozhen was once known as the Remnant Metal Hand, the greatest master smith of his era. Ou Jindou was even later hailed as the greatest swordsmith under Heaven. It seems this Supporting Heaven Saber truly possesses extraordinary fortune."
The Supporting Heaven Saber rang out again.
It was thoroughly pleased with itself.
Over there.
Feng Xue stood up uneasily.
She had no idea what the Ancestor intended to do next.
Xue Wu blinked and suddenly switched to voice transmission. "Feng Du, aren't you going to deal with that fellow over there?"
Feng Du lazily raised his eyelids and sent back, "Is he worthy?"
Xue Wu was stunned, then burst out laughing.
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