“Take another look.” Seeing Mo Wuji's look of blankness, Yan Qianyin pointed towards the mottled sword hilt once more.
Mo Wuji did not understand what Yan Qianyin wanted; he extended his hand to feel the sword hilt before asking in 'shock’, “Senior apprentice sister Yan, don't tell me that this is the other half of the broken sword? Did senior apprentice sister Yan bring this over as a gift for me, so that I can make the two halves whole?”
Yan Qianyin answered awkwardly, “This is indeed the Hanging Sword Cliff's other half of the Fallen Tune Sword. It's just that after obtaining the Fallen Tune Sword Art, I want this Fallen Tune Sword. The sect head has already allowed me to retrieve the sword hilt, and I'm here now to shamelessly ask junior apprentice brother for the other half.”
Yan Qianyin felt a little uncomfortable; compared to Mo Wuji's help and compromises, her help did not count much.
