After all, he was the commander-in-chief of the Zhou Army. If he were defeated by them, he would lose face as well.
That was why he cared so much about it!
"Martial Nephew Gongming, could you lend me the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors? That way, I'll have greater confidence tomorrow. I might even be able to capture several Zhou Army generals alive and perhaps trade them for the Nail Head Seven Arrows Book!"
Xiao Long turned to Zhao Gongming and spoke.
"Of course. Martial Uncle, you are neighbors with my three sisters, and they all think highly of you. I'm sure they would be willing to lend you the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors as well."
When Zhao Gongming heard that Xiao Long wanted to borrow the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, he recalled how his eldest and second sisters had said that his third sister's relationship with Martial Uncle seemed somewhat unusual.
That alone was enough for him to lend the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to Xiao Long.
After all, the reason he had been able to borrow the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors from Cloud Heaven was mainly thanks to Bi Xiao.
And after hearing Xiao Long's last remark, he naturally had even less reason to refuse!
"What a wonderful treasure. Back then, Bi Xiao lent it to me for a day to try out, and I couldn't bear to put it down. Now I finally have another chance to use it!"
With the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors in hand, Xiao Long could not help but praise it.
He had secretly asked Bi Xiao to lend him the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors to play with before, and of course, Bi Xiao had not refused.
It truly made Xiao Long covet it greatly, but unfortunately, it belonged to someone else.
Now that