"Have you looked enough? Put me down now! How distinguished is this dragon, do you think just anyone can touch me?"
The Hibernating Dragon Soul muttered to itself, rolling its eyes impatiently in secret.
It showed only the tiniest hint of life, imperceptible to others who might think it was just a dragon-shaped engraving on the sword.
Hearing its grumbling, Yang Ji did not put it down. Instead, he chuckled and praised, "This sword is really nice! The lines, the luster, the design, truly dominant. Very good, very good!"
"Hmm? I have to say, boy, your taste isn't bad!" The Hibernating Dragon Soul slightly lifted its gaze, glancing at Yang Ji with pride and continued muttering to itself.
"It's just a pity that, aside from its handsome design, this sword is only a half Dao Device and can't help me win at the Sword Selection Convention." Yang Ji shook his head with regret.
