Bai Jingyun, her countenance adorned with a warm smile, addressed Murong Zi with an air of camaraderie, "Ah Zi, just a few days past, you were fervently expressing your desire for Junior Apprentice Brother Sam to lend his expertise in enhancing your medium-grade human-step sword, weren't you?"
Responding with bitterness, Murong Zi sighed, "Indeed, I did. But now that Hen Portia has also sought Sam's skills for her sword, likely a high-grade human-step treasure from the Marshal's Quarters. And here I am, armed with nothing more than my humble, low-class broken sword. How can I possibly face them without losing face? Those miserly elders in my family are truly unbearable!"
The caustic tone of Murong Zi's words could be sensed from blocks away, a fragrance of discontent lingering in the air. Bai Jingyun couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle.
