"Good work, Kong Zhanhong! You have done a great job!"
"Thank you, Young Master!"
Kong Zhanhong bowed.
"I had promised a Profound-grade artifact to you, but it seems to be lacking for what you did. Instead, take this!"
Saying this, Bai Zihan took out a sword and threw it over to Kong Zhanhong.
Kong Zhanhong received the sword with both hands, his expression respectful yet confused.
He glanced at Bai Zihan, unsure of the deeper meaning behind this sudden gesture.
"Young Master… this is…"
He began, but Bai Zihan gestured for him to open it.
With a slight pause, Kong Zhanhong carefully unsheathed the blade.
A soft shhhk echoed in the air, followed by a radiant gleam of cold light.
The temperature in the room dropped slightly, a faint sword intent emanating from the exposed blade.
Kong Zhanhong's eyes widened in utter disbelief.
"This… this is—!"
He didn't even finish his sentence before running a finger along the inscription on the blade's spine.
"An Earth-Grade Sword!"
