He slowly opened his eyes.
Huang Zhengyang hurriedly asked, "How is it? How is it?"
Chu Zhiyuan showed a smile.
Huang Zhengyang followed with a grin. "It worked?"
Chu Zhiyuan slowly nodded. "Very useful. This is the right key."
Huang Zhengyang burst out laughing. "Good, good, good, it really works!"
All that effort hadn't been in vain—calling in favors from all sides to find this small sword and take it out.
Nor had his friendship with Chu Zhiyuan been for nothing.
If he couldn't help with this, he'd never be able to lift his head in front of Chu Zhiyuan, always feeling guilty in his heart.
Chu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "This small sword should be the identity token for the Heaven-Reaching Sect disciples."
Huang Zhengyang glanced at Chu Zhiyuan's waist. "How does it compare with your Golden Sword?"
"Naturally it's inferior." Chu Zhiyuan smiled.
Huang Zhengyang said, "Then it's not that great a Treasure Sword."
