"Replicate the pattern?"
Wang Jiuzhen glanced at the sword hilt.
Suddenly, he understood.
Lu Changsheng's aim was not the treasure sword, but the pattern on the sword hilt.
"Is there something extraordinary about this pattern?"
Wang Jiuzhen asked.
"Nothing extraordinary, it's just that I've recently been studying some ancient texts and patterns. Among them, this pattern seems very ancient, and I want to understand the meaning it represents."
Lu Changsheng's words were half-true, half-false.
In any case, they were hard to fault.
"Actually, even if you replicate this pattern, it might not be of much use."
"The origin of this treasure sword is not as simple as you think."
"Perhaps no one in this world knows more about this treasure sword than I do."
"If you agree to do one thing for me, I will tell you the origin of this treasure sword and even about the pattern..."
Wang Jiuzhen suddenly looked up, speaking solemnly, word by word.
"Hmm?"
