"Although this saber of mine is called Minghong, and isn't an Imitation Saber of the Supreme Demon Saber you mentioned, even supposing it were, think about it: if I really wanted to deceive you and conceal my identity, would I have let you see it?" Huang Xiao said. "Ah, forget it. I never intended to take your Thousand-Year Black Iron from you anyway. But now that this piece is ruined, just consider it a share for everyone who happened upon it. Farewell!"
Seeing how wary Old Man Ou was of him, Huang Xiao did not want to say anything more. Since this was already the outskirts of Mist Mountain, it probably would not take him much time to leave.
Huang Xiao was not someone who slaughtered innocents, nor would he kill and plunder for Thousand-Year Black Iron.
Although he knew that Thousand-Year Black Iron seemed very beneficial to the Minghong Saber, he still knew nothing about the saber itself. He remained worried about what it might become once it had obtained enough benefits.
He could still suppress the Minghong Saber now, but if he kept letting it absorb the essence of this Thousand-Year Black Iron, he feared he would eventually find it difficult to control.
"Wait!" Old Man Ou could not help calling out after Huang Xiao turned and took a few steps away.
Huang Xiao stopped and turned his head. "Was there something else?"
"I'll believe you for now," Old Man Ou said.
Huang Xiao laughed. "There's no need. We're merely duckweed meeting on the water. Whether you believe me or not makes no difference."
With that, Huang Xiao waved and prepared to leave again.
"I can tell that you don't understand your own saber," Old Man Ou added.
Those words stopped Huang Xiao in his tracks again. He