Ren Feifan gave the Sword Marquis in front of him a dismissive look, "You really are so unsophisticated, aren't you? It's just a sword, and only a third-tier one at that. Is it really worth getting this nervous over?"
"When you go out, don't go around saying you're a disciple of the Saint Gate."
"Shameful!"
What Ren Feifan didn't realize was that with the existence of the Holy Abyss Sword, his standards had become quite high. Ordinary swords no longer caught his fancy. While others might search the whole world to pick a weapon to their liking, Ren Feifan didn't need to.
"You're a Sword Marquis of the Saint Gate, for crying out loud. Are you really so hopeless over such a sorry excuse for a sword?" Ren Feifan said exasperatedly.
A sorry excuse for a sword?
Everyone looked at the revered figure in astonishment. They couldn't just think of him as boastful anymore; he really had the power to back it up!
A Saint Venerable indeed has a significant presence!