"You didn't tell him?" Old Man Su asked. He sat before a wooden table, opened his basket, and brought out a bowl of steaming noodles.
In contrast to his relaxed state, Li Chen's eyes were glued to Old Li, seeking answers.
"An immortal-grade formation sword is quite expensive." Old Li sighed.
[But you said it would be cheaper!]
"Kid, it's obvious you don't know what it takes to create a formation sword. It's not an ordinary artifact and it takes a 2-star blacksmith who is also adept at inscriptions to create an immortal-grade one. Not to even talk of the ore I used." Old Man Su retorted, grabbed his chopsticks, and focused on his meal.
Li Chen's eyes narrowed and a fierce glint flashed through them. [I'm not taking it.]
Li Chen's reasons were because the sword of a swordsman was akin to his life partner. It was better for them to be destroyed in battle than taken away.