"Hot, hot, hot!"
The intensely curious Blue-Green Robe pulled back his hand, which the Sword Scabbard had scalded, pressed it against his ear, and cried out about the heat.
Blue-Green Robe gazed with satisfaction at the Sword Scabbard on the altar, very pleased with this decidedly romantic scabbard.
But in the eyes of the young man beside him, the scabbard before them could not be called ugly-its design simply had no redeeming features.
Who would make a scabbard shaped like a long, skinny dog?
"Clan Leader, does that sword really have to use this scabbard?" the young man beside him asked, still unwilling to give up.
He had begun forging swords at five and had now forged them for twenty-five years, yet this was his first time seeing a peerless divine weapon paired with such an ugly scabbard.
That was an Immortal Sword forged with the strength of the entire clan, a divine weapon that had taken hundreds of years and generations of successive smiths to create.
Using a scabbard like this was simply ruining it!
Grimacing, Blue-Green Robe lowered his hand and said to the young man beside him, "How many times have I told you? Call me Young Master. This is all the Immortal's will. What do you know about aesthetics? Oh, right, what was your name again?"
"Yes, Clan Leader. My name is Fan Rubin!"
"All right, Fan Xiaoqin, stay here and keep watch. I'll go get Big White!"
"But Clan Leader, with the Divine Artifact emerging, when will we open the altar and offer a ritual announcement to the Immortal?"
"What ritual announcement? I'll just send the Immortal a text later to let him know, and that'll settle it!" Blue-Green Robe said, waving impatiently.
All these years, to keep up appearances with the Immortal, he had