"Oh my god... this sword has already qualified to join the ranks of divine blades," Xin Chen exclaimed. "Junior brother... how about we kill and loot?"
"You have such a dark mind," Gu Tao spat at him dismissively. "This is just the first generation prototype. When the improved versions come out, how many people do you plan to kill? And what do you need so many swords for, collecting stamps?"
Xin Chen caressed the Qingri in his hand reluctantly, feeling that, in comparison, this sword from someone else even exceeded the bond he had with his old partner Mengxiong. This very sword had drawn out a man's scumbag nature so vividly—just by looking at him, you could tell that he was certainly not a good man.
"Enough already, look at yourself," Gu Tao said contemptuously with a glance at Xin Chen. "Making such a fuss over something so trivial, you're likely to become the textbook example of murder and robbery in the future."
