Wu Gang named the dagger this because it was pitch-black, yet it shimmered with a light that sent shivers down one's spine at a single glance.
"Shadow!"
Huang Hui repeated the name, then suddenly laughed a few times, and said, "What a good name! I've been pondering for quite some time what to call it, but now it seems the Young Hall Head has solved a big problem for me."
"What does it have to do with you? It's no longer your possession."
Qian Zongyun directly said, "That's right, don't you also have a cultivation technique that suits the dagger? Hurry up and bring it out. What are you waiting for?"
"Are you the devil?"
By now, Huang Hui was seething with the desire to kill Qian Zongyun.
It's not like anyone would think you're mute if you don't speak. Must you speak, and say something so infuriating?
Huang Hui was extremely frustrated, as both Shadow and the cultivation technique seemed to be specifically tailored for the dagger, as if they were meant to exist together.
