"You! I bet it's my dagger you're after, isn't it? After all these years, do you think I don't know you?"
Huang Hui glared at Qian Zongyun; he certainly was not going to easily let Qian Zongyun have his way.
But at this moment, using Wu Gang's name as his shield, Qian Zongyun said, "I think you just can't bear to part with it for the Young Hall Head. Let me tell you, the Young Hall Head is a rare talent. That dagger is just a waste in your hands, better hand it over promptly."
Huang Hui was getting angry. He had put so much effort into obtaining that dagger; even considering giving it to Wu Gang made him feel reluctant.
But as Qian Zongyun said, he didn't use the dagger either; it was merely a decoration if kept.
"As if you're the only one who can talk!"
