Fu Zheng smiled and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. There's good news about the ice jade."
"Oh—?"
"A martial arts expert from the Li Huo Fist Sect has a treasure for cutting ice jade."
"Really?"
"It's quite a coincidence. The hoe can also cut, and it's already made into a flying knife."
As she spoke, she took out an animal skin pouch from her sleeve.
When opened, it revealed several flying knives inside, black as ink.
Chu Zhiyuan reached out and picked up one of the flying knives, about the size of a pinky, extremely heavy.
As it touched his hand, it radiated a warm aura, akin to sunshine in the winter.
He weighed it a bit and smiled, "Not bad."
Fu Zheng beamed, "The Four Great Sects still have some skills."
Originally, she looked down on the Four Great Sects, thinking they were just average.
No mastery in comprehension, no achievement in cultivation, plus their actions lacked generosity.
