"Xiao Mo!"
"Get a grip!"
"Even if you need an engraving knife that suits your hand, you still have to consider what you're buying."
"This is the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife! Someone put a curse on it!"
Jing Hongchen swiftly pulled back the foot he had already planted outside the door.
He hurried over to Chen Mo to talk him out of it.
It wasn't that he begrudged the money.
The Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife's sinister reputation was simply too notorious. Even a Titled Douluo would have to think three times before touching it.
He certainly didn't want anything to happen to his student.
Xiao Hongchen also spoke up anxiously. "Listen to me, Mo. Don't buy this engraving knife. As far as I know, the Spirit-Devouring Carving Knife has brought death to thirty-seven consecutive owners. It's a truly murderous blade."
"Xiao Mo, if you really need an engraving knife that suits your hand, I'll give you the one my grandfather uses when we get back. He has plenty of them anyway, so one more or one less won't matter. But please don't do anything foolish." Meng Hongchen hurried to dissuade him as well.
Jing Hongchen couldn't help feeling a tightness in his chest.
The engraving knife he used was no ordinary blade.
It ranked among the top ten in the engraving knife rankings.
He had spent an enormous amount of time acquiring it, finally succeeding after considerable difficulty.
Yet his own granddaughter was ready to give it away just like that.
Granted, he did intend to match Meng Hongchen with Chen Mo.
But she hadn't even married him yet, and already her elbow was bending outward, favoring someone outside the family.
Still, he couldn't dwell on that now. He looked at Chen Mo and said, "Xiao Mo, don't worry. I promise I'll