Ran Qingchen gazed at the Spirit Water Sword in the man's hand that had accompanied her for many years, her emotions complex. Regret was not the word, after all, that was just her nature, once she decided something, she would calmly accept it.
It was just that from now on, the sword would likely be forever covered in dust, never again able to display its unique grace.
"Let it be then, I'll find you a sword manual to practice with later."
Ran Qingchen turned and left.
In fact, her visit this time had another purpose. Her grandmother had a message for Jiang Shouzhong, but with Li Nanshuang, this outsider present, it wasn't appropriate to speak openly. She would have to come back another time.
"Carrying a priceless treasure leads to trouble, indeed trouble," she murmured.
