Chen Yi: "..."
The Spring Rain Sword trembled incessantly—yinng, yinng, yinng.
"As you wish."
Chen Yi soothed with a few words, skillfully making a blank promise.
Cold iron, star diamond, Netherworld River water, etc., he had never seen; he would address it later when he found them.
He believed that by then, he would not hesitate to exchange them for a new look for Little Jade Sword.
After this interlude, Chen Yi gathered his thoughts and walked to stand beside Wen Renying.
He didn't look at Chen Ke; his gaze fell on Zhou Tiance, and when he saw the spear beside him, his eyes turned cold.
Chen Yi would never forget, when he and Lin Xueru were abducted by Feng Shan, it was this very spear they saw outside the gates of Kyoto Prefecture.
"Old Marquis, with the spear by your side, your grandeur is undiminished from the past."
Zhou Tiance's action of drinking paused slightly, he slowly put down the cup, his turbid eyes looked over, wrinkled face squeezed together.
