"Take it. Whether you admit it or not, you're my grandson. Whether you or Rong Bing become the final champion, it's a face-saving matter for Ice God Tower. However, if you don't want to stir up trouble, change your appearance when you leave me." The eyes of Prince Rong Qinwang softened, looking at Nian Bing, waiting for him to take his belongings.
Nian Bing stared at Rong Qinwang dumbfoundedly. He had not expected to retrieve the Six-handled Sword so easily. The light in his eyes flickered, finally, the allure of the God Knife cleared his inner doubts. One by one, he placed his Six-handled Divine Sword into the Spatial Ring. "Prince Rong, I am leaving."
Rong Qinwang nodded and said, "Go on, you're wearing Rong Bing's clothes, given your similar appearance, no one will stop you. I believe we'll meet again soon."
