"This sword is so precious, how could I possibly have the audacity to take away someone's beloved possession?" Mu Hanyan saw that when he took out the silver note, it was wrapped tightly within three layers inside and three layers outside, indicating that these five thousand silver taels were all the savings he had toiled for over many decades; how could she have the heart to accept it?
Besides, she now realized that this sword was definitely not as simple as it appeared on the surface. If she could unlock its secrets and then resell it, the silver taels Han Jinglun could earn might be more than he could spend in several lifetimes.
"I've got no use for this sword anyway; it was specifically purchased to present to Young Master Mu." Han Jinglun persisted, refusing to reach out his hand.
"Old man, this sword may be valuable to you, but to others, it's really not much of anything. If someone doesn't want it, you should just take it back."
