"The Sword Mystic Porcupines share an indescribable connection with me; they are extremely gentle by nature, and as your Disciple, I hold a fondness for various Spirit Beasts."
"Therefore, there was no inconvenience caused at my end."
Although Lu Xuan anticipated the treasure item that his uncle from Hundred Artisans Sword Peak was about to present, he maintained his manners, saying politely,
"The Sword Mystic Porcupines occupy that marvelous scabbard of yours, using it to nurture the sword blades on their bodies, and even preventing you from using it yourself. Solely for this reason, you deserve the gratitude of Hundred Artisans Sword Peak."
Lu Xuan shook his head, "Uncle, you overstate things."
"We are all fellow disciples of the Sword Sect; helping each other is only right."
"I rarely venture out, so that scabbard merely stays by my side, unused. Helping the Sword Mystic Porcupines grow is its honor."
He explained, though his words diverged from his thoughts.
