"Hand it over."
Yuan Zhenxing was a crude man, a great swordsman who could make a mess of his life, but he always kept the little sword boy by his side, showing how much he valued him.
Zheng Fan could probably guess what a Sword Embryo meant. Similar to the notion of an innate body, it's beneficial in future sword practice, making it more effective.
"Then there's nothing to talk about." Zheng Fan shook his head.
Handing over the boy first was out of the question. Chief Zheng, not having much integrity himself, did not trust others' integrity either.
At that moment, Baili Sword lifted his iron sword. His eyes, once muddled, slowly cleared, replaced by a striking clarity.
From a personal perspective, Zheng Fan wasn't fond of setting the stage for others to show off, but they undeniably had the capital to do so. In this world, there were Martial Cultivators, magic, Battle Qi, and other cultivators, which lent further credence to the saying, "heroes use martial arts to break laws."
