Li Fei, after some frolicking, also made his way underwater. He first slung the divine bow across his back, then with a forceful pull, yanked out the mysteriously appeared short sword from the mud. Li Fei examined the sword with care. The red glow that had been on the blade had vanished without a trace, like a fleeting blossoming of a night-blooming cereus, and it even seemed to be an utterly plain iron sword, not without a few notches. Damn it, it was actually a broken sword. Just moments ago, he had thought he stumbled upon some peerless Divine Artifact. Li Fei was about to toss the broken sword back to the bottom of the pond when suddenly, he heard the voice of the Evil God coming unexpectedly from within the divine bow.
"Do not throw it away."
"Damn it, can you not startle me like that, you almost scared me to death!" Li Fei exclaimed, breaking into a cold sweat.
