After strolling around Antique City for a long time, Luo Xiu still hadn't found what he was looking for.
Lin Xiyue, growing bored, said, "Only your little brain could come up with looking for weapons in a place that sells antiques."
"How about we just go back? This place is full of jars and vases. Where would you find the weapons you're looking for?"
Luo Xiu chuckled. "You don't get it, do you? If I'm lucky enough to find some Ancient Swords, even incomplete ones, I can temper them into divine blades that cut through iron like mud."
"Weapons forged with modern technology are fine, but they always lack something. They aren't suitable for sword-wielding Martial Artists like us."
"Lacking what?"
Luo Xiu thought for a moment. "How should I put it… You could say they lack a soul."
"Oh, keep blowing your own horn. You're always trying to pull one over on me," Lin Xiyue pouted.
