"Master Batian, hello." The manager greeted Mo Huasong and without further ado, directed his assistant to fetch a magic artifact to test the Little White Sword.
With a "clang," the magic artifact was severed, as if cutting through tofu.
The manager was no ordinary man. A single test revealed the sharpness of the Little White Sword. "Master Batian, your reputation precedes you," he praised.
Mo Huasong said, "My Little White Sword is superior to your spiritual artifacts."
The manager nodded in agreement, "Indeed, I have already tested it, and it seems to be the case."
"Really? Manager, you're astonishing. Just by using a magic artifact, you determined that our Little White Sword is superior to your spiritual artifacts?" Fat Dragon asked in surprise.
