Mo Xun handed the Green Cloud Sword over to Ye Qiubai without showing any signs of reluctance.
Ye Qiubai smiled and said, "Senior, you're quite unattached, aren't you?"
Mo Xun snorted coldly and said, "Five days means five days, there are basic principles to uphold."
Ye Qiubai chuckled lightly.
Despite his strange temperament, he was still a pretty decent person.
"But... if you're willing to lend it to me for another year or two, I wouldn't mind."
Ye Qiubai: "...Alright, I take back what I was thinking just now."
Mo Xun watched as Ye Qiubai put away the Green Cloud Sword and exclaimed, "I truly don't know who crafted this sword, it really captures the essence of heaven and earth, saying it's a work of divine craftsmanship is no exaggeration. If one day I could craft a weapon of this level, I would die without any regrets."
Ye Qiubai smiled and said, "I believe Senior can do it."
"Speaking such insincere words, and you still call yourself a sword cultivator?"
