Ma Kong led the treasury and brought Yan Xiaobao back to the office they had left earlier. When they opened the door, the smiling Ma Clan Leader was standing inside. "I almost thought you got lost," he joked while looking at the two young men, but his eyebrows suddenly furrowed when his eyes fell on the sword in Yan Xiaobao's hand.
The sword was about one and a half meters long. Its hilt was a simple cross shape, and it was an extremely ordinary sword without any gemstones or core embedded within. Staring at the rusted, mundane blade, the clan leader shook his head, unable to comprehend the young man's choice. "Don't disgrace us," he said sternly. "I intended to gift you a great weapon, not some nearly worthless scrap. You can choose any weapon you like. Please don't hold back; let us return to the treasury." He added, "If word gets out that we gifted such a worn-out sword, I will surely lose face!"
