Since Prince Rong Qinwang had spoken thus, he probably intended to return the precious knife to him. With this thought, an eager light unintentionally shone in his eyes.
Prince Rong Qinwang silently thought to himself, "This youngster, even with the spiciness of old ginger, is still far too tender to duel with me. I refuse to believe there is nothing that could attract you." Outwardly, he showed no signs of his inner thoughts, saying, "It's not difficult to get your precious knives back, you just need to do one thing for the Rong Family, and I will give them all back to you. Furthermore, while you are doing this task, I can even lend them to you for use. Judging by your abilities, it wouldn't be difficult to complete this task. Are you willing?"