Zamuhu's eyes were filled with guilt.
Logically speaking, Zhang Yuan had saved his family's lives, and using this piece of Celestial Divine Iron as gratitude couldn't be more appropriate.
But he'd already decided to use it as an offering to the Celestial God, so previously he held back a bit with the thought of figuring out a way to repay Zhang Yuan once they arrived at Nacuoda.
However, plans couldn't keep up with changes, as Zhang Yuan was actually willing to instruct his children in Martial Arts.
Adding all these kindnesses together, if Zamuhu didn't show his gratitude, how could he face the Celestial God after his death?
Thus, the look Zamuhu gave Zhang Yuan was more determined and resolute.
He thought, no matter what, he must get Zhang Yuan to accept this gift.
At first, Zhang Yuan didn't think too much of this unremarkable lump of iron, but when his eyes fell on it, the Red Blood Saber dormant in his Qi Sea Dantian suddenly "came to life."
