"I want it now! Having one more weapon will increase our combat strength on the way to rescue your master!"
Fang Yu said.
He felt a bit like Ding Hui... What kind of talk is this, making promises before they've even started, and already persuading people to give things...
Chen Yunyun looked at Fang Yu, opened her mouth, then quickly closed it again. She tiptoed and took down the Blood Drying Sword from the rack, carefully placing it in Fang Yu's hand.
"Don't draw it. If you take it out, the Demon Sword will unleash its power, stirring your desire to kill. But if you're facing an enemy, draw the sword, Young Master Diao. If you wish to keep it, then store it well."
Fang Yu gently touched the sword's patterns, his face full of satisfaction.
However... Taking the item and then not doing anything in return is a bit... too much, isn't it?
Fang Yu accepted the sword, yet in his heart, he began to feel a sense of guilt.
After all, he himself wasn't entirely sure if he would help.
