The value of a top-grade True Weapon that could be restored was already incalculable. If what Elder Yang said was true, then Ye Qingchen had really stumbled upon a massive windfall! He could no longer remain calm. "Elder... Elder Yang," he said, his voice trembling, "are you telling the truth?"
Elder Yang glanced at him. "Why would I lie to you? Come with me." After speaking, he picked up the mysterious sword and led Ye Qingchen toward a thatched cottage up the mountain.
This was Ye Qingchen's first time entering Elder Yang's room. It was not at all the mess he had imagined; in fact, it was a stark contrast to Elder Yang's usual scruffy appearance. Noticing Ye Qingchen's astonished gaze, Elder Yang uncharacteristically explained, "All my life, I've loved nothing more than sleeping. Naturally, I have to make my sleeping quarters comfortable."
Ye Qingchen nodded. It seemed Elder Yang had a justification for everything.
