Fang Cheng took the Sword Box and opened it. Inside, the Flying Sword was only about a foot long, including the hilt. Its blade was triangular, shimmering with a dazzling green light and radiating a chill that made one's hair stand on end. It was incomparably sharp.
Having grown accustomed to Tier Five Flying Swords, he found this one to be no surprise. It was mediocre at best.
'Still, it's usable.'
He mused aloud, "As they say, a woman cannot marry two husbands, and an item cannot be sold to two buyers. Since you both have an interest, I'll set a rule. Whoever first gives me a clue about the Demon-Suppressing Immortal Cicada gets to buy this Pure Yang True Fire."
Upon hearing this, the Beautiful Female Cultivator let out a cold, fleeting smirk, a playful look on her face.
She clearly knew nothing about the Demon-Suppressing Immortal Cicada.
