Thousand Hands' generosity exceeded Qi Xiu's imagination.
He had racked his brains and gone through life-and-death struggles without even catching a glimpse of the Dragon-Slaying Banner, yet in Thousand Hands' words, it seemed as commonplace as cabbages strewn across the ground. His words implied Qi Xiu could have as many as he wished.
"Of course, the more the better," Qi Xiu said.
Without hesitation, he stroked his chin, feeling a sudden urge to take them all.
The Dragon-Slaying Banner was the Dragon Court's Command Flag used to sentence Karmic Dragons to death. It was akin to the placard placed behind condemned criminals in the secular world. Although he did not yet know its Divine Marvels, anything that belonged to the True Dragon Clan, even a lump of feces, had its great uses!
Surprised, Thousand Hands glanced at Qi Xiu and scoffed, "Fine then, take as many as you like, but I'm afraid you won't be able to carry them away when the time comes."
