When Emperor Liangwu returned to Long Jianni and the others' private box, the sound of iron clashing drifted out from inside.
When he stepped inside, his jaw dropped in utter shock. A table had been cut straight down the middle, the severed edge forged in one clean, decisive sweep.
Drawing upon his years of single experience, he knew this was the handiwork of God Demon Axe.
The little one gently stroked God Demon Axe on the floor and said in a baby voice, "It doesn't seem like trash, and it's actually pretty awesome."
"No, no, no, that's just on the surface, little friend. Listen to me, this axe is only useful for chopping some firewood. If it hits some good weaponry, it will break immediately."
"Really?"
The little one blinked her eyes, seemingly unconvinced by Emperor Liangwu's words. The latter also knew it would be hard to make her believe him.
"A person like me, how could I possibly lie to you?"
"Oh, alright then."
The little one thought for a moment, then nodded her little head, still looking a bit reluctant.
Emperor Liangwu didn't suspect anything either, blurting out that he wanted to buy this fake God Demon Axe.
"This is a fake, white-haired uncle, you'd better think carefully. If you regret it, you can't blame us."
The little one's tone was extremely earnest.
"This humble one has thought it through very carefully. To tell you the truth, this humble one still has a grandfather whose days are numbered, and his only wish in life is to see God Demon Axe."
"Yet you also know how easy it is to lay eyes on God Demon Axe. This humble one cannot bear it, cannot bear to watch him pass away with lifelong regrets."
"So I can only buy this fake