Qin Yuan took a deep breath then narrowed his eyes as he looked at the sword.
Perhaps it was because his strength was sufficient to wield it, that a sort of desire had arisen in his soul to obtain that sword. He thought it was because of the technique of the sword.
Meanwhile, the Martial Immortal and the other old man looked at each other when they saw Qin Yuan's expression.
"What do you think?" asked the old man.
The Martial Immortal pondered for a while before shaking his head. He replied, "let's let him decide. If he can wield that sword, that would be good too."
"Mmm!" The old man nodded.
"What's your decision?" The Goddess asked Qin Yuan. Her eyes narrowed and her face was cold, like she would curse him if he refused.
"It's a fair exchange." Qin Yuan sighed, then nodded his approval.
Even so, the Goddess still snorted as she said, "throw the Core at me and I'll throw this sword at you."
