"Why? I can trade our family's sword techniques for it!" Gongsun Sword said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The middle-aged men beside him couldn't help but look away, afraid Gongsun Huang would scold them for the smirks they were trying to hide.
The muscles on Gongsun Huang's old face twitched violently. "If he agrees," he finally said, "then a trade would be acceptable."
This time, it was the middle-aged men's turn to be shocked. As descendants of Gongsun Huang, they knew better than anyone: the clan's sword techniques were never to be taught to outsiders.
And now the old man had actually agreed!
