"Senior, Wang Jiu and the other two all gained tremendous benefits, and so did this brat. What about mine? My Minghong Saber!" Demon Phoenix howled.
"What are you so impatient for?" Huo Lian snapped.
This time, however, Demon Phoenix did not stop. Instead, he kept howling, pestering him for the Minghong Saber.
"What do you mean, your Minghong Saber?" Huang Xiao said irritably to Demon Phoenix.
Huang Xiao did rather miss the Minghong Saber, that wondrous precious saber.
But his patriarch was keeping the saber now, and Huang Xiao could hardly bring it up.
"Speaking of the Minghong Saber, Huang Xiao, you should already know what sort of saber it really is," Huo Lian said, looking at Huang Xiao.
"You once said it was the Demon Hall's Supreme Demon Saber," Huang Xiao said.
"Yes, I did say that." Huo Lian nodded. "But your Minghong Saber is not the only one."
"Oh, right! I once saw Senior with two Minghong Sabers. The two were almost identical," Demon Phoenix cried.
When Huo Lian had brought him back from Dragon Mountain, he had tried using two sabers in the formation beneath the well. Demon Phoenix had witnessed it all.
"Two?" Huang Xiao had naturally never seen them.
"Wait here." With that, Huo Lian vanished from the small courtyard in a flash.
Quite a while later, Huo Lian reappeared.
When he appeared, Huang Xiao saw that he now held two sabers.
Huang Xiao sensed a familiar aura. At the sight of the familiar hilt, he could not help blurting out, "The Minghong Saber."
"Take a look!" Huo Lian held the two sabers out to Huang Xiao.
Only after carefully taking them did Huang Xiao discover that, although the two sabers looked alike, he could sense quite a few differences upon closer examination.
Huang Xiao