With the longsword in his hand, Di Jun was overcome with excitement.
Although the longsword had drawn a bloody cut across his hand, Di Jun was not angry in the slightest. Instead, he was extraordinarily excited.
He had thought it was a worthless, battered sword, but now Di Jun felt as though he had stumbled upon a priceless treasure.
He would not trade it even for an Upper-Grade Spiritual Treasure.
Di Jun possessed the bloodline of the Ancient Golden Crow. Though his physical strength fell short of the Ancestral Witches', he could certainly hold his own against some Great Witches.
Yet even so, a single stroke of this sword had cut him.
In other words, this sword could just as easily injure a Great Witch.
How was this scrap metal? It was nothing short of a divine weapon for fighting the Witch Clan.
"What is going on?! Where exactly did you get this sword? Tell me, quickly!"
Di Jun truly could no longer sit still. In his excitement, he rose straight from his dragon throne and walked over to the minor demon.
The minor demon was only a Heavenly Immortal. Facing a Quasi-Sage powerhouse like Di Jun, he shuddered in fright, stammering as he spoke.
"Your Majesty, this lowly demon forged the sword."
"You forged it? You could forge a treasured sword like this?"
Di Jun clearly found that hard to believe.
The sword was so sharp. How could he believe that a mere Heavenly Immortal minor demon had forged it?
He would have believed it even if someone had told him a Quasi-Sage had made it.
But Di Jun soon realized something.
Although the sword was sharp, its forging technique was extremely crude, and its materials were exceptionally poor. Saying that a Heavenly Immortal minor demon had forged it