Feng Yueya gave Hua Yue Wushang an appreciative glance.
It wasn't that she was stingy and wouldn't let others see, but rather that when the Black Iron Sword was drawn, it would emit a golden glow, and it was better for fewer people to know about this.
Lest word spread and people came to fight her for the treasure sword, she was not afraid of a challenge, but she dreaded the hassle.
"Old Manor Master, let's go inside," Feng Yueya suggested.
The silver light reflecting off the countless swords in the courtyard was stinging her eyes.
She really didn't know how the Old Manor Master had adjusted to these glimmers.
"Sure, please come inside," Uncle Mei Xu invited her into the house with a warm smile.
Hua Yue Wushang trailed behind with a slight curve to his lips, for it had been many years since he had seen his father this happy since his mother's death.
