It thought for a moment. "Last time, that guy named Jiang something, his Cold Cicada was also one, and it looked pretty good. However, your wife's sword doesn't seem to have reached perfection in forging. It's missing some main materials for the sword body; at the moment, it's just a rough embryo of a Flying Sword, quite sloppy... Zhao Rong, do you know which are the highest grade swords in the Xuanhuang Realm? Let me give you a hint, elector..."
Hearing Gui ramble on, Zhao Rong was speechless. True to form, Gui. Out of ten sentences, three are venomously sarcastic, three are snide, three are pretentiously boastful, and one is all of the above.
"Rong'er, where's that person?"
Zhao Lingfei scanned the surrounding area within a twenty-zhang radius with her Divine Sense, but found no trace of anything unusual. She furrowed her brows, her mind slightly agitated.
The Handleless Small Sword trembled slightly, emitting even more halos of light.
