Ye Luo glanced at the elder, feeling a sense of disdain for the elder's overbearing arrogance.
"Weapons? Are they just mere tools? Humph, how ignorant. If you simply regard a weapon as a tool, then why would it willingly sacrifice itself for you? A weapon is your friend, your protector, not just a tool!"
For some reason, as Ye Luo spoke, he faintly felt the dagger in his hand tremble slightly. However, the sensation was so weak that he couldn't be certain of it.
Upon hearing Ye Luo's words, the elder was taken aback.
It took a moment before he responded.
"Ah, you're not wrong, lad. You see things more clearly than many others! In the Great Tang, we cultivate through technology; with powerful technological strength, weapons have become very common. If a weapon breaks, people just buy a new one. How many truly see their weapon as a comrade-in-arms? How many can understand that on the battlefield, the weapon in one's hand is the one thing that will never betray them!"
