The sword-selling young man said, "Because no one values this sword except for you."
Xiao Qiang laughed, "This is such a precious gift, I don't deserve it."
The young man smirked, handed the treasured sword to Xiao Qiang, and stood up to leave.
Xiao Qiang held the sword in one hand and extended the other, "Brother, can we be friends?"
The young guy reached his hand, "My name is Xu Hu, you can call me Huzi!"
"Nice to meet you, Xiao Qiang!"
Xiao Qiang shook his hand, and suddenly, a surge of creation energy tightly clung to Xu Hu's arm.
"What are you doing?"
Xu Hu, filled with horror, tried to unleash his energy to break free from the shackles created by Xiao Qiang's creation energy.
However, his released energy went in vain, like a clay ox entering the sea, creating no ripple at all.
"Don't panic!"
