[Qinglei Dragon Descendant, Thunder Based Demon Spirit, Species Rating: 8 stars]
The thunderous sound that occurred when Qian Duo was swearing just now was created by it.
"Did you pick this from Old Wu's place?"
Dean Long's eyebrows raised, "He wouldn't be so poor that he has to sell his sword, would he?"
"Uh... to some extent, it's sort of like that."
Chen Xuan nodded somewhat embarrassedly.
"Damn, I'm really done with that old fart..."
Dean Long immediately cursed and turned around, hurrying towards Master Wu's residence.
However, after only a few steps, he turned back, taking the sword sheath from the hand of Qian Duo, who was so scared that he was tightly hugging Chen Xuan's leg with his eyes closed.
"Although you bought it with real gold and silver, the significance of this sword cannot be measured in money, so no matter how much you spent, I will not compensate you."