Seeing Wang Yufan take out the Feng Ling Sword, Yang Jue's face showed a hint of greed; he could tell that the sword in Wang Yufan's hand was definitely not an ordinary item.
Although he was not skilled in using swords, his one hobby was collecting and treasuring rare items.
And the sword in Wang Yufan's hand could perfectly become one of his collectibles.
"Kid, give me that sword in your hand, and I can save you some face later, what do you say?" Yang Jue, who was attacking Wang Yufan, said.
Wang Yufan, however, smiled and said, "Alright, but you'll have to ask this sword if it agrees first."
"Kid, it's just a sword. Don't tell me this sword has even given birth to a Sword Spirit," Yang Jue replied, though he transmitted this message telepathically.
If a Sword Spirit truly existed, he couldn't guarantee that others wouldn't covet this sword.
Wang Yufan also responded, "Hahaha, you guessed right, but unfortunately there's no reward.
