"Mountain God His Highness said that this sword is a gift to you so that you can handle the little troubles you may encounter on the road, without having to draw the other sword!"
The white wolf spoke in a low voice, showing tremendous respect in front of Feng Qing'an, seeming ordinary to the naked eye. This respect comes not only from the mountain god's mandate but also from her keen perception.
Although this was her first interaction with Feng Qing'an, she had heard of him, especially of his frolics with Black Mountain.
"A sword for tackling small troubles? The Mountain God is thoughtful!"
Upon hearing this, Feng Qing'an couldn't help but compliment.
The sword his brother gave him is good, but there aren't many instances worth drawing it. Besides, he can't draw the sword at any time. It's only when he witnesses injustice and feels compelled to take action that he can unsheathe it.
