Old Blade Zhao also knew how formidable Lu Hou'er was. He shared Wu Wanzhong's thoughts: anyone capable of subduing a figure like Lu Hou'er must possess crushing martial prowess; none but a Grandmaster could accomplish such a thing.
A Grandmaster's handiwork naturally stirred longing in his heart. Even when he had cultivated within the Divine Saber Hall, he had seldom received guidance from Grandmaster-level experts.
Still, he kept his guard up. Standing some distance from the box, he joined his fingers into a saber and lightly slashed at the seam where the box closed. A streak of Formless Saber Force silently sliced out. With a clang, it cut the box open along the gap, as effortlessly as Butcher Dissecting Ox, revealing what was stored inside.
It was clear that although this man's martial arts followed a domineering path, his saber techniques had already reached the point where he could lift heavy things as lightly as feathers, wielding them with effortless ease. He truly deserved to be called an expert who had received cultivation guidance from the Divine Saber Hall.
The few of them looked over and saw a wooden saber embedded within the box—a short saber, one might say.
It was still wrapped in a layer of sheath. The workmanship was not particularly fine, and the material was exceedingly ordinary. There was nothing remarkable about it; it was scarcely any better than an ordinary child's toy.
Placed on the street market, it would not even fetch much money.
Wu Wanzhong, Old Blade Zhao, and Wu Xuan were all stunned. What the hell was this? Was this some kind of joke?
Yet they all knew that Lu Hou'er had come in person, and he was clearly acting on behalf of some great figure. He could not possibly have come merely to