"Ah..."
After sharpening the peculiar sword, Du Chengfeng remained lost in thought for a long while.
Speaking of Ruan Shantao, Du Chengfeng's impression of the old man was primarily one of strength—unbelievable strength. If he had any faults, it would be that the old man's mouth was too loose, he was very old-fashioned, and loved to lecture. He could go on for half an hour over a single mistake. It was only after sharpening this peculiar sword that Du Chengfeng realized that this old windbag of a lecturer indeed had a legendary past.
"Sigh..."
Thinking of this, Du Chengfeng sighed and eventually hung the well-sharpened peculiar sword back on the wall.
Indeed, this Rectangular Sword was the best weapon in the Yanzhou armory—calling it a Divine Weapon wasn't an exaggeration. But since Old Ruan Shantao gave up this sword for the peace of a state, he felt it inappropriate just to take it away.
