Bai Jingyun smiled and said, "Azi, didn't you get a Human-Tier Middle-Grade sword a few days ago? Weren't you hoping to ask Junior Brother Lin for help?"
Murong Zi said sourly, "That Qinn Xingxuan also has a sword for your Junior Brother Lin to inscribe. A sword from the Marshal's Mansion must be at least Human-Tier Upper-Grade, right? I'd better not go and embarrass myself with my shabby sword. Hmph, those old geezers in my family are all stingy penny-pinchers!"
The sourness in Murong Zi's words could be smelled from streets away. Bai Jingyun couldn't help but laugh.
