"Alright, look at your face. If someone didn't know better, they'd think I've wronged you somehow."
Feeling a little embarrassed by Jiang Chen's stare, the Jiang family's ancestor let out a few awkward chuckles. He then removed a long sword from his possession and passed it to Jiang Chen.
"Well, lad, this is the Dragon-slaying Sword, given to me by the Flame Emperor when I was young. I entrust it to you today, consider it a compensation for what happened just now."
The sight of the Dragon-slaying Sword in Jiang Chen's hand filled the ancestor's eyes with reluctance.
Granted, with his current power, he no longer relied on the Dragon-slaying Sword. But after all, it had been with him for many years, carrying a touch of sentiment. To part with it naturally filled him with reluctance.
