"Indeed, I do have that sword."
Ye Rong turned around, took out the Sword of the Departed, and handed it over.
In his heart, he was subtly excited. If this mysterious Sword Refining Boy was capable of repairing his damaged ninth-rank flying sword, there would be no need for him to worry about leveling up and not having a suitable flying sword at his disposal.
"A good sword, indeed! It has survived for thousands of years. Even though it has withstood several catastrophic events, it remains potent. Its form never changed, worthy of a ninth level flying sword."
"I wonder if the young lad can fix this Sword of the Departed?"
"Difficult, very difficult!"
Sword scars appeared on the cheeks of the Sword Refining Boy - black and white contrasting each other. In his pupils, countless sword shadows were chaotically darting back and forth.
He had apparently activated his abilities and was scrutinizing the Sword of the Departed.
