Han Dongxu was a fervent collector of weapons, and now that Xu Fan had asked him to help find a Treasured Sword, he thought of a fine weapon he possessed.
"Boss, give me half an hour," he said.
It seemed as though he was in a rush to hand over the good sword to Xu Fan, and with an excited look at Xu Fan, Han Dongxu hurriedly dashed out of the private room.
"..."
With this kind of urgency, one couldn't help but wonder what kind of fine weapon Han Dongxu had hidden; Xu Fan sat in the private room, waiting patiently.
Less than half an hour passed before the door to the private room opened again, and in came Han Dongxu, carrying a long, dark-colored box.
Seeing his state, it was likely he had run home to fetch this sword.
The round trip took less than half an hour; he must have exceeded the speed limit quite a bit on the way…
"Huff! Boss, take a look!"
With a thud, Han Dongxu placed the box on the table, wiped off his sweat, and said excitedly.
