"Haha." Feng Yao laughed softly as the Sky-Severing Sword hovered in front of her. Instead of grabbing the sword, she flicked her fingers and threw it back. "You are indeed one of the seven profound treasures, but you are not worthy of being by my side. Furthermore, I am not a weapon wielder, and my Ling'er is more powerful than a piece of metal like you, so you can choose someone else to be your master."
Puyang Shangren, Jian Kuang, and the other cultivators looked at Feng Yao with bitter smiles on their faces. All of them eagerly wanted to obtain the sword, but she rejected it and referred to it as merely a piece of metal.
