As he spoke, Gu Shenghong looked at Wei Donghai with a face full of anticipation.
For an old-school Sword Saint like him, this sword undoubtedly held an enormous allure.
"All right."
After Ancient Saint had waited for what felt like forever, Wei Donghai finally spoke those words hesitantly.
Only then did he reluctantly hand over the longsword he had been holding in both hands.
"Thank you."
Ancient Saint gratefully bowed to Wei Donghai, then fixed his excited gaze on the longsword before him.
Ancient and unadorned, yet one could clearly sense a rich Dao Rhyme surging within it.
It looked understated, but as a Sword Saint, he could see the sword's pride.
Its former master must have been no weakling!
Gu Shenghong thought so.
At the same time, his hand reached toward the longsword.
Bzzzz!
The moment he touched it, the longsword let out a cicada-like hum beside Gu Shenghong's ear, and his expression grew even more excited.
Such a peerless divine sword was truly one of a kind.
The more he examined it, the more shaken he became. His expression turned increasingly solemn as he tried to grip it tightly.
But just as the saying went, quicker said than done.
He had only brushed it with the tip of his finger when Wei Donghai snatched the longsword back like lightning and hugged it tightly to his chest.
"That's enough."
Wei Donghai said.
"Ah, this..."
Wei Donghai had pulled it back so quickly that Gu Shenghong nearly failed to react. His face darkened as he looked at Wei Donghai before him.
Awkwardly, he said, "Ahem, little brother, I only just touched it. How about letting me feel it once more?"
Under normal circumstances, he might have agreed.
Who would have thought that Wei Donghai would clamp it beneath his armpit