Outside the Volcanic Mountain Immortal Town, there was a large-scale Spirit Vein gathering area for cultivation.
Inside a small cave mansion, Han Feiyu looked at the hundreds of treasure artifacts ranked from first-tier to third-tier spiritual swords placed on the ground, his face full of discomfort.
Others had given them for free, and by rights, he should be grateful.
But he just couldn't accept it. It felt like having a free delicious meal, and then when you come out, someone takes pity on you and forcefully shoves a bunch of steamed buns into your hands, with a look of sympathy for going hungry.
Unpalatable when eaten, a shame when discarded – that was Han Feiyu's impression of these flying swords.
He took out a cracked spiritual sword and sighed.
This senior must have had a hard life, still thinking of sponsoring spiritual swords even in such a state; he's a good person.
