Roundhead?

For the first time, the Black Fallen Scabbard emotionally moved Xu Xiaoshou.

It never gave in, and was a touch aggrieved.

Xu Xiaoshou was overjoyed, and he wondered if it could communicate with him.

This was a good thing!

"As long as you can communicate with me, recognizing me as your master will happen soon enough," he thought.

He patted the scabbard and comforted it, saying, "Don't worry. As long as you keep following me, you'll become famous on the continent."

The Black Fallen Scabbard didn't respond.

Xu Xiaoshou frowned, and he wondered if the scabbard didn't like the way he tried to comfort it.

"Don't look down on little Hiding Pain. Although it's currently weak, it might become a popular and famous sword in the future, so you don't have to feel aggrieved," he tried persuading it.

The Black Fallen Scabbard still wasn't moved.