Volume One, Chapter Two Hundred
"Oh!" Zhao Fu answered simply.
Feng Yao smiled somewhat dejectedly. "Then I'll have to trouble you, Demon Dragon Young Lord. My strength is far too weak—I can't continue onward with you."
Since she had failed to draw the light sword, she had lost her qualification and could not proceed to the next level.
Moreover, she had been utterly unable to draw the light sword, while Zhao Fu had pulled one out with effortless ease. That was the difference between a genius and an ordinary person.
Zhao Fu smiled. "Mm! There's one more thing I'm giving you." He stretched out a hand and offered her an azure bead.
The azure bead was the size of a fingernail and emanated a powerful force of wind. It was called a Wind Bell Pearl; it could grant great wind-attribute power and even alter one's constitution, making it a precious treasure.
Feng Yao stared at Zhao Fu in astonishment, never having expected him to give her something so valuable.
Zhao Fu smiled. "Take it. You and I are fated."
This item was immensely precious to ordinary people, but to Zhao Fu, it was nothing special and of little use.
After thinking for a while, Feng Yao accepted the Wind Bell Pearl Zhao Fu offered and said earnestly, "From now on, I am willing to acknowledge you as my master and serve at your side."
Zhao Fu chuckled. "There's no need."
Feng Yao looked at Zhao Fu. "I don't know how else to repay you. This is the only way I can think of. I hope you'll agree."
Zhao Fu sized Feng Yao up a few times and smiled. "As you wish."
Boom!
Tie Qingfeng stepped before a black light sword embedded in the ground. A terrifying sword force surged from