Su Shi'er watched all this with an expression as calm as ever, his heart utterly without a ripple.
An Immortal Artifact-grade Flying Sword was certainly precious, but the problem was that he had never truly possessed the Wangshu Sword.
A treasure that could not be used by oneself was worthless, no matter how divine or sharp a weapon it was.
Of course, the Wangshu Sword was not entirely without value to him.
With the sword spirit driving it, the flying sword could still exert some power on its own.
Back in the Quicksand Land, if not for the Wangshu Sword's secret assistance, even with the Sandman Puppet, he could not have silently retrieved the Heaven and Earth Furnace and his own original body.
But the Wangshu Sword Spirit possessed extremely high intelligence. While following him and helping him, she had also learned quite a bit about him.
Rather than keep such an existence by his side, it was better to discard her sooner rather than later.
Shen Luoyan put away the Wangshu Sword. Looking at Su Shi'er again, she immediately revealed an apologetic expression.
Whether or not she had an agreement with the sword spirit, Su Shi'er had encountered the Wangshu Sword first and brought it out of the Immortal Tomb.
This opportunity should rightfully have belonged to him first. Yet now, it had fallen into her hands.
Still, seeing that Su Shi'er's expression remained completely unruffled, as tranquil as still water, she could not help feeling surprised.
If it were anyone else, let alone whether they would willingly give away such a Divine Weapon, even if they truly did, they would inevitably regret missing such an opportunity.
Martial Brother Su was so calm and indifferent. No wonder Miaoyin had regarded him differently back then.
With a temperament far beyond