"Help? Help with what? Not interested."
Qin Shaofeng spoke, and his words instantly stunned Zhan Zuixin.
Why did this man refuse without even listening to what I had to say?
Or did he know his own strength was lacking?
Surely not, right?
While Zhan Zuixin was still wondering whether he should test Qin Shaofeng's strength, Lu Qianqian, who had left earlier, came running over carrying a longsword without a Sword Sheath.
"Senior, I brought your longsword," Lu Qianqian called.
At first, Zhan Zuixin merely glanced at the sword.
The sword's design was truly abysmal.
Its tip had nearly been worn flat, its blade was dull, and its hilt was rotten. No matter how he looked at it, it did not seem like anything good.
Yet just as he withdrew his gaze, he felt that something was not right.
He looked toward the longsword once more.
By then, Qin Shaofeng had already taken the sword. With its tip casually dragging along the ground, as though he were hauling a fire poker, he turned and headed toward the banquet hall's exit.
Although the sword tip had been worn flat, it still scraped a deep furrow into the ground.
"This is... a Heaven-grade weapon?!"
Zhan Zuixin sharply sucked in a breath.
He was a direct descendant of Northern Heaven Palace.
That Earth-grade long sword had been bestowed upon him by an elder when his cultivation broke through to the Heavenly Moon Tier.
If Qin Shaofeng had not previously ignored City Lord Du's gift, he would never have been willing to take out that Earth-grade long sword.
But what about Qin Shaofeng?
A Heaven-grade longsword that he did not even dare dream of possessing was being used like a fire poker. Its tip had even been ground away.
What kind of audacity was this?!