"Young Master Lin?" Seeing Lu Feng lost in thought, Chu Youwei called out softly. When she still received no response and sensed Lu Feng's "indifference," she stopped paying him any mind as well, lowering her head in grievance.
Then she recalled how she had repeatedly shown him a cold face earlier, while Lu Feng had even been injured saving her. It was only natural for him to be upset and put on a sour expression.
Chu Youwei waited stubbornly at the side. After nearly half the time it took to burn a stick of incense, she suddenly sensed a subtle ripple of Soul Consciousness emanating from Lu Feng.
Startled, Chu Youwei's face flushed with embarrassment. Lu Feng was not holding a grudge over her cold attitude at all—he was clearly wholly focused on examining the several unusual Sword Blades before him.
Realizing that she had misunderstood Lu Feng's attitude, Chu Youwei gave a self-mocking sigh of relief. In the end, she had thought him too petty. He had never taken her attitude to heart in the first place.
A while later, she saw Lu Feng reach out and begin touching the longswords embedded in the corpse.
Chu Youwei hurriedly warned him, "These Sword Blades are far too strange and unusual. Don't touch them."
Lu Feng came back to himself, a flash of fervor passing through his eyes as he said in delight, "It is not these Sword Blades that are special, but the marvel of Senior Ouye's forging skill. Strictly speaking, these swords are no longer purely swords. They incorporate methods of the array arts and can entirely be regarded as a special type of Treasure Item. Take the sword you touched earlier, for instance. It is itself a cold-element treasure sword, yet with the mutual support of the Fire