Qin Shaofeng pinched that flash of vivid red between his fingers, his Adam's apple bobbing several times.
The silver bell at the corner of the embroidered bellyband was still swaying, its faint fragrance slipping into his nose. Embarrassment made the roots of his ears burn. "Ah, this... this was purely an accident!"
He hurriedly stuffed the embroidered bellyband into his sleeve pouch.
His gaze immediately shifted to the longsword in his hand.
The blade gleamed with a cold sheen. Looking closely, he saw two ancient characters carved into its ridge—Mystic Thunder.
Qin Shaofeng's eyes instantly lit up like lamps. His fingers traced the markings, and even his voice trembled with excitement. "A Lightning Attribute divine weapon! It's actually Lightning Attribute!"
No wonder it had looked so pleasing to him at the time!
So this divine weapon was actually Lightning Attribute!
It had fallen into his lap without the slightest effort. Thinking of it that way, helping the Blood Demon Sect's Saintess earlier had been well worth the price.
"Let's test just how powerful this Mystic Thunder is!"
He impatiently circulated the lightning arts within his body, and lightning in his palm poured through the hilt and into the blade.
In an instant, the longsword buzzed loudly, its sword light surging three feet. The moment he swung it, a string of fine lightning arcs exploded through the air.
Qin Shaofeng grew more animated as he wielded it. Every move carried thunder, matching his lightning arts in seamless perfection, as though this sword had been tailor-made for him from birth!
This sword!
Was incredible!
Yet just as Qin Shaofeng was feeling pleased with himself, that seductive voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Benefactor brother, you took my sword and my intimate clothing, then planned to leave just like that? Isn't that a little