The longsword in the case was about three feet long, spiritual energy circulating through it without cease. In a sword cultivator's hands, it could increase the power of Sword Qi by at least twenty percent.
It was nothing like Lu Zhiming's so-called Divine Weapon from before. Clearly, Lu Zhiyu had come with considerable sincerity.
"Oh, this sword is precious! Fellow Daoist, how could I possibly accept? You really shouldn't have spent so much." Zhang Yuan laughed heartily as he casually stored the wooden case and its magic sword in his token.
"I felt as though we were old friends from the moment we met. Please, keep it."
Lu Zhiyu tugged at the corner of his mouth and smiled, then changed the subject. "Ah, speaking of which, I still owe you an apology. I failed to keep my younger cousin Lu Zhiming in line, and he actually behaved like a bandit before you. I find it truly disgraceful."
Zhang Yuan waved a hand magnanimously. "It was a trivial matter. Surely I wouldn't kill Lu Zhiming over something so minor?"
"Of course I know what sort of man you are. But since my cousin offended you, I, as his elder cousin, certainly cannot let the matter end there."
"So, first thing this morning, I brought Lu Zhiming here to apologize and make amends."
With that, Lu Zhiyu patted his Qiankun Pouch, and a square Sandalwood Gift Box appeared in his hand, giving off wafts of delicate fragrance that refreshed the heart.
Zhang Yuan raised his brows slightly and chuckled. "You're far too courteous. Speaking of which, where is Lu Zhiming? Is he lagging behind?"
Lu Zhiyu had said he had brought Lu Zhiming along, but only Zhao Yan cowered behind him. Lu Zhiming was nowhere to be seen. Surely he wasn't throwing